Drown - Get Scared

Get Scared is an American rock band from Layton, Utah. Formed in 2008. They are signed to Fearless Records, and were formerly signed to Universal Motown Records.

Lyrics:
You're a mess tangled with your confidence.
You think you haven't sinned.
Well you're unstoppable,
Your walls are impassible oh!
I think you're better off looking alone,
The boys that chase your hips can just go find their way home.
And at the end of the day you think to yourself.
My body is a product being sold on the shelf
Tell me I can change
Tell me I can change

Well I know you lay in bed
Contemplating your own death.
Well just look at what you've done
Don't you dare forget the sun, Love!
(Don't forget!)

Cold white walls keep you from your pad and pen
You just wanna stab again,
I can't believe it's half this hard,
You never knew your mind was dark no!
I think you're better off looking alone.
The boys that chase your hips can just go find their way home.
You can dig so deep for scars.
You never knew your mind was dark
Come on and breathe with me oh!
Breathe with me ohhh!

Well I know you lay in bed
Contemplating your own death.
Well just look at what you've done
Don't you dare forget the sun, Love!
You look down on me so casually, 
In everything I know.
You look down on me, but not right on me. 
Did I wreak this broken home?

Dear Diary,
Life is trying me.
Can I get a sign?
Or a two of mind, a piece of mind.
Can I get a sign (a sign), can I get a sign (I know)

Well I know you lay in bed
Contemplating your own death.
Well just look at what you've done
Don't you dare forget the sun, Love!
You look down on me so casually, 
In everything I know.
You look down on me, but not right on me.
Is it plain to see that life is trying me?

Life is trying me!
Life is trying.
Can I think of something, gotta think of something!

Get Scared - Don't You Dare Forget The Sun

Setting Yourself Up For Sarcasm

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

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