I’m up for the time just to say goodbye but I’ll keep a little evil - celebrations of the night. They’ll creep their way from sight aside, roaches littered under mattress springs, reminders of a lie. Throw it all out, my bedroom is a dump ground, I’ll throw it all out. Throw it all out, torn wrappers that I found from when you came in town. Get up in time for the Sunday lies. Every little sin I saved you left to pray them all away. You changed your clothes, then you changed your mind. Put on a face afraid of getting off and getting made. I’m nothing but a heartsick heathen. No, nothing but a heartsick heathen. I’m nobody but at least I mean it.
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The verse "Can't even buy a coffee without exploiting someone" got me. It really hits hard. For the entire length of the album it felt like the end of the world.
But to be perfectly honest, it's just how life is these days. And it's fucked up. szczur