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Benadryl
03:04
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Why does love and numb sound the same.
Especially when I scream our name
We have enough love to give.
Enough to fill an audience.
And so she sheds her skin.
Pulling me close Pulling me in.
Sinking her teeth in.
My body is no longer my own and I can't win.
She just wants to gain control but I have trouble letting go
You go on the lam when there's wolves at the door.
You're just a dead dear at the side of the road.
Cold and bloated won't someone please take you home
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Haldol
02:02
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Swallow the gun then a bullet end my world. Because I'm tired of dead malls and football. How many times will it take? How many times till I break and make the same mistake. I keep crawling back. Knees bloody red. Raw flesh across cement. Now I can't stand.
[I keep crawling back, knees bloody red
Raw flesh on concrete, I can't stand.
Immersion on the side, the real world is worth it
My own personal hell
Decisions that may have hurt my potential
But i'd still kill myself for you]
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Ativan
01:38
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Perseverating and realizing that all my thoughts lately are about dying.
My mind can't stand it.
Wishing I could give up and abandon it.
You will never be at piece with yourself.
I cry the most in the car when I'm alone and my thoughts aren't far.
Forever a failure
Happy memories hurt the most.
Walking around disassociating.
Until I'm a ghost.
Happy memories
Killing me, killing me
Happy memories
will be the death of me
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Ketamine
02:48
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This pain.
What is it worth.
Existence without purpose.
I've spent wondering why
I'm always second choice in this life
Wanderlust I've had enough I've given up.
A second chance? never even gave my best at that.
The situation has gotten out of hand.
Restless
fingers
their angles discomfort me.
I've spent my days trying to smooth things out.
Wanderlust I've had enough I've given up
A second chance, never even gave my best at that
I spend my days trying to smooth things out
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Thorazine
01:49
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I see sadness fall
from her eyes
Fills the room
With a feeling we all know so well and despise
the empath's dam breaks
When we shoulda just opened the floodgates
She doesn't mean to be rude
When she cancels plans so soon
She just needs some peace and solitude
She's not alright
With the choices she's made in her life
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D.B. Cooper Albany, New York
Andrew - guitar
Shea - vocals
Lee - bass/vocals
Ethan - drums
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