Lyrics:

Kick it

Drag the lake
You won't find me
I've been tempting fate
With my heart beside me

I am the stone below the water
Cold and hard to touch
Just when you think I can't get lower
I turn my back and fuck it up

You can drag the lake
But you won't find me
You can drag the lake
But you won't find me

So come and drag the lake
You'll see I've done some diving
I had some extra weight
With no one to untie me

I am the stone below the water
Cold and hard to touch
Just when you think I can't get lower
I turn my back and fuck it up

You can drag the lake
But you won't find me
You can drag the lake
But you won't find me

I'll stare into the sun
To burn out what I've done
I'll tear myself apart
To see what I've become
Nothing wrong with my depression
My sick and miserable obsession
If I could only get some space
If I could only learn my lesson

If I could only learn my lesson

If I could only learn my lesson

You can drag the lake
But you won't find me
You can drag the lake
But you won't find me
You can drag the lake
But you won't find me
You can drag the lake
But you won't find me

Drag The Lake - Originally Performed by The Amity Affliction

In The Shadow Of Your Wings

Grind and hustle, same old game
Clock in fast, forget your name
March to orders, mask your doubt
Numbers in, just burn right out
The worst of it? I’ll never get
This pitch they push with no regret
It’s more than rules or falling rank
It’s selling souls to feed the bank

Aren’t you even slightly shamed?
Drunk on lies you can’t explain
You kneel for suits in silent halls
Tell me, how do you sleep at all?

You’re so damn gross - yeah, I said it
Twisted deep and way off track
You wave the flag of some dead cult
Traded blood you can’t get back
Every tyrant needs a lackey
Every boot needs lips to kiss
Yeah, we all need bread - I get it
But you love this - that’s what’s sick

Die tomorrow, truth be told
They’d draft a memo, cold and bold
Say a word, then hit “Resume”
Back to charts inside their tomb
You trust the snake and stroke its head
Call it power - man, you’re dead
Pretend that poison makes you strong
But deep down, you know it’s wrong

You think you’re high, above the mess
But sold your soul for small success
A cog is still a cog, my friend
No matter how you spin the end

You’re so damn sad yeah, I meant it
Chained up tight to something fake
You clap for kings who’d watch you drown
And smile for crumbs they never bake
Every tyrant needs a puppet
Every lie needs fools to stick
Yeah, the game is rigged sure, I get it
But your faith in it? That’s sick

I still believe in something more
In people who won’t close that door
Yeah, I survive like all the rest
But I won’t trade what makes me best
My heart’s not priced, it’s not for sale
My soul won’t kneel or chase their trail
I don’t play games or twist the knife
I’m here to live a damn good life
To do great work, to stand up tall
Let them scheme - I’ll outgrow it all

You think they care, they never did
You serve with pride, you guard their grid
You gave it all, you bled for show
And when you’re gone, they won’t even know

You’re so damn gross yeah, I said it
Twisted deep and past repair
You wear the brand like it’s your skin
Sold your soul there’s nothing there
Every fascist needs a servant
Every crown needs hands to lift
Yeah, we all need bread - I’ll never judge that
But loving this? That makes you sick

You’re just sick
You’re sick
You’re sick
And proud of it

You’re Sick

Running on Empty

Original song by Siouxsie and the Banshees, Songwriter's are Kenneth Morris, Susan Janet Ballion, John Gareth Mckay, Steven John Bailey

[Verse]
You dip your hands into my flesh
And say you won't reveal a scar
I must have faith in this procedure
It's a miracle...
it's a wonder

[Bridge]
A thousand hidden needles
In a thousand covered nerves
Stick pins in my receptacles
Look to your Voodoo doll, your mojo

[Chorus]
Staying alive at five
For you to cure my ailments
Another soul is saved
With your bogus medications

[Verse 2]
What color shall we have today?
Depends on how I feel you say
Consult your research on the media
See blue...
will calm my hysteria

[Chorus]
Staying alive at five
For you to cure my ailments
Another soul is saved
With your bogus medications

[Chorus 2]
Staying alive at five
With your empty containers
Another corpse ornaments your waiting room
A placebo effect reversed

(A placebo effect reversed)

(A placebo effect reversed)

[Outro]
A placebo effect
A placebo effect
Will you ever ever regret the placebo effect?
Can you ever ever forget the placebo effect?

Running on Empty

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