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HeXXX Games
01:53
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i just told you i don’t feel good
please don’t make me repeat myself
and i’m shooting down stars to please you.
give and take, it’s just give and take
cherophobia is the fear of having fun
craving warmth underneath a mock sun
i know that i botched this
just can’t seem to get it
system offline, replace hard drive
cannot reboot.
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Pledge Week
02:36
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oh i’m not coming home, i’ve hit a low.
i feel like background noise, like a chewed up toy
to be shook but unable to speak, choosing silence over sleep
i’ve kept secrets from my friends of incidents
i feel so ashamed
guilt infects my brain
oh i’m not coming home, i’ve hit a low
knowing that i have become another statistic.
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Reefer Sadness
02:07
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absent intuition
there’s opinion, and there’s truth
concepts reaching outwards
making distance, gaining youth
i don’t really think i wanna be
caught up with the “chatter and the small talk of the scene”
i think that i’m probably gonna leave
i’d rather be at home, and maybe smoking weed ;)
don’t wanna go anywhere at all
just wanna get lost inside my head
sleeping in again, losing all my friends
isolation‘s key until the end
and you could say that isolation’s key
oh do i have news for you
oh i’ve lost this game for good
absent intuition
there’s opinion, and there’s truth
concept reaching outwards
making distance, gaining youth
i’m sick of this.
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Astro Bastard
02:56
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and i toss in my sleep
how it haunts, how it creeps
how it crawls on the floor
sensing panic, wanting more
and i know it’s come for me.
who?
and the shadow, how it looms
seeking refuge to consume
the location of the source
the immersion, the remorse
and i know the time is near.
“hey you? what’s up? what’s new?”
i guess i ain’t got nothin’ to say.
“my brain don’t work these days”
i guess i ain’t got nothin’ to say
and it bites, and it growls
and it fades in and out
of the kill, hunting blood
craving warmth, wanting love
and i know this monster is me.
i can’t see or think straight
waking up has seem to become a fucking chore
i’ve lost sense of living
here i am, bleeding out all over the floor.
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Dimebagged
02:16
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and i feel like my head is sinking through the floor
what a bore, total snore
here we go down this old rollercoaster
with less composure
less time + more stress = something depressed
hang my picture on the wall and take a guess
this house ain’t no home
cold and dead i can feel it take a tight hold
this house ain’t no home
cold and dead
just waiting on the sun to expand 1,000 miles
and swallow this planet whole and leave all us behind
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Fred Savage 420
01:41
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ow, my neck hurts. constant numb.
and i can’t get a lick of sleep
oh here we are once again
just collecting dust
oh, what’s changed? well?
nothing.
woah, i’m light headed and brain dead
scratching at the surface
oh, what’s changed? well?
nothing.
i am just the leftover piece of trash that you forgot to throw out.
i am the same old speck of dirt, and i will die in this hole at some point.
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King Shit
02:46
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today i’d like to tell a story to the world
about a man who thought of makes me hurl
catastrophic, self-destructive
overbearing scum of the earth
oh here we go down this hole
that you dug for yourself
down you go
in the hole that you dug for yourself
i could tell who this man might be
just know that some consider him family
oh here we go down this hole
that you dug for yourself
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Total Recall
02:22
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these slits on my wrists represent how i seem to cope with the truth
the fact you still love me but i don’t think that i still love you
tiny men gamble in my brain decay
carving out sins and doubt, blood on display
now i sit and wait.
everything i love disintegrates
loneliness is my sweet escape
please oh god please go away
i think that i’m going crazy.
so peaceful, so dormant, my resting place
tile floor, wood rot door, my sweet escape
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Frown Job
02:52
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oh my god
well where do i start?
i’m falling apart.
i guess i asked for this
i know i can’t do anything right these fucking days
“give me a fucking break, i have a headache.”
what’d you find? why’d you come down here?”
“give me a fucking break, i can’t think straight”
the day drags on.
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Arts & Crafts
03:01
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cut
“you think i like it? you think i like doing this?
to bring your lover? on this little trip?
now don’t you struggle as i cut you to bits.”
a simple man, a simple plan
cut
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