We all go through phases, some of them are makeshift
others are abrasive, most are just faceless
Vagrants with facelifts to look better through years
face it, we’ll say shit to trendsetters through here
but we’ll follow like we’re part, as hollow as they are
it’s a model for the stars, so they call on our hearts
keep check on the screen see what’s best for our lean meat
last year, it’s a polos, now it’s V-necks and a beanie
and as much as I mock, I don’t wear ripped shirts with dirt
it hurts to admit, but I’m just another hip nerd
the hit word is hipster, just give me the bag
come back an hour later, in skinnies and plaid
and the influence is, be a musical kid
a decent student, don’t make it big or you’ll lose it
I sit writing with a view, that’s rising from the tomb
see, the problem is, I fit right in with you
Mr. Moonshine, shoot high to the sky (Bring ‘em down.)
Mr. Cool Guy, shoot high to the sky (Bring ‘em down.)
Wicked smooth ride, shoot high to the sky (Bring ‘em down.)
I miss the old I, who am I but a fool in disguise (Bring me down.)
We all look the same
It’s driving me insane
Who will break the chain?
Not me!
We all look the same
It’s driving me insane
Who will break the chain?
Not me!
Just another carbon copy, a sloppy second to humanity
Stopped from fluent ramblings, toppling on shoes handed to me
hobbling to brand the new me as the hot new thing you would see
An annuity to move with me, this proves insanity
The moonshine they give us makes us their own
we’re just slaves to a clone, we became what we stoned
not that I’m any better, I look best no matter the weather
Follow dressing to every letter, every year it gets heavier
After the show you can talk to me personally
Walk up to the person seen and ask if they prefer to be
Alone or a lie, cause it’s cold in the limelight
I focus on lies, but I hold onto pride
The art of not caring is part of this age
Its hard not pairing and part of my feral rage
but with how long it’s been reigning this won’t even change a thing
And you know what? It’s ironic I’m evening complaining….
Mr. Moonshine, shoot high to the sky (Bring ‘em down.)
Mr. Cool Guy, shoot high to the sky (Bring ‘em down.)
Wicked smooth ride, shoot high to the sky (Bring ‘em down.)
I miss the old I, who am I but a fool in disguise (Bring me down.)
We all look the same
It’s driving me insane
Who will break the chain?
Not me!
We all look the same
It’s driving me insane
Who will break the chain?
Not me!
2bit hasn't had time to reinvent himself for college. He's been trying to talk with a British accent and a slight element of
swagger to impress the ladies, but, let's face it; it hasn't been working.
So he goes back to his dismal room and makes new and unique music forms to release his frustration with all things frustrating....more
These are all some really good friends of mine, and this is a phenomenal record. Also, I bashed my face during a mic rush at one of their shows. Good stuff. 2bit
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