Omg why am i the only one?! Ine of my first cds!

I havent heard this shit in foreverrer omg 

Lyrics

I need a check up, 
From the neck up,
I've had these feelings, 
Since my heart went boom!

I've felt elation, 
Tried meditation, 
Opened up the curtains, 
To let light in to the room!

BAD DA BAH DA BAH,   Catch me if… You seen me fallin'
BAH DA BAH DA, Listen out… Incase I'm callin',
BAD DA BAH DA BAH, Hold me close… The night is callin',
BAD DA BAH DA, Don’t let go… The dark is stallin'.

I crossed my fingers, 
Your perfume lingers,
I told you somethings,
Just a little too soon.

You stroked my ego,
Now where do we go,
A sense of panic, 
As you leave the room.

Well holy crap,
I've been living in denial, 
I didn't hear the lies,
Hidden by your smile.

I feel mistreated, 
The fact you cheated,
I must admit,
You did it with style.

BAD DA BAH DA BAH,   Catch me if… You seen me fallin'
BAH DA BAH DA, Listen out… Incase I'm callin',
BAD DA BAH DA BAH, Hold me close… The night is callin',
BAD DA BAH DA, Don’t let go… The dark is stallin'.

Holding on,
While I'm acting frantic, 
It ain't my fault, 
If I've got monkeys in the attic. 
I need a check up,
From the neck up,
I've had these feelings, 
Since my heart went boom!

CHECK UP, FROM THE NECK UP!" is a raw and raucous burst of punk energy,  a headrush of riffs, regret, and emotional mayhem. With sharp lyrics, a pounding chorus, and enough angst to rattle the rafters, this track dives into heartbreak, denial, and that creeping sense you're losing your grip. If you’ve ever felt like your brain needs a service after your heart takes a hit — this one's for you.

Turn it up, shout it loud, and hold on tight — it’s punk therapy, DC Sound Project style.

CHECK UP, FROM THE NECK UP!

Oh Lord, you sent me countless mirrors
to gaze into my soul,
some harsh and cutting,
others tender, and some smelled of betrayal.

I took the challenge, yet you gave me another task,
the messenger who would not bow,
who would never yield to the weight
of showing all my surrender.

Step by step I’m learning who I am,
embracing farewells and transformation,
knowing I’m no prophet in my own land,
and that I must flee this war.

I am a prophet, my healing energy shines,
Jesus, my teacher, walks with me in darkness,
when they throw a corpse and the order is given,
for the persecution,
born of betrayal.

They say two men will give the order,
they say they want me dead,
because I spoke what you gave me,
and I refused to hide your truth.

Oh Lord, you spoke to me at night,
and I wrote down every word,
yet I forgive you, Lord,
for you delight in seeing yourself in me.

Let them do as they will,
for you sent Jesus for me.

Judas watched from shadowed corners,
under the guise of false freedom,
my sin was trying to save them,
from the unseen calamity.

Oh Lord, I sank to the darkest deep,
while demons fought to steal my voice,
and I kept breaking, piece by piece,
‘till only my lonesome shadow stood, afraid to face the light.

They say two men will give the order,
they say they want me dead,
because I spoke what you gave me,
and I refused to hide your truth.

Oh Lord, you spoke to me at night,
and I wrote down every word,
yet I forgive you, Lord,
for you delight in seeing yourself in me.

Let them do as they will,
for you sent Jesus for me.

and no one is a prophet in their own city.

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