歌曲 | Doom |
歌手 | Gavin Castleton |
专辑 | #blessed |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
They say depression is a weight that pulls you down | |
but to be honest I've not found that to be true | |
it grabs me by the lungs, it tries to lift me off this planet | |
chewing up the final threads that connect me to you | |
and I've been running out of things to keep me grounded | |
I'm having trouble finding love that makes me stick | |
with every song I try to run it down | |
before it runs me through | |
everybody's talking ‘bout progress | |
but all I see is | |
Doom | |
it follows me around | |
it drips into my shoes | |
I feel like I'm the only one who sees the future as a noose | |
I got them future blues, Satan | |
If you don’t know what I’m going through | |
I can try to spell it out for you: | |
Sometimes the sinking starts just thinking ‘bout my cel phone | |
I wonder how I have so many friends but feel alone | |
I notice how I feel so weightless when it’s left at home | |
and how I fill up every space with content that doesn’t leave me content | |
I start to spiral down through thoughts of population boom | |
perhaps the cancer starts the second that we leave the womb | |
it seems the more we’re extricated from the food chain, | |
the more creative time we have | |
but the less we have to say | |
it’s all | |
Doom | |
it follows me around | |
it drips into my shoes | |
I feel like I'm the only one who sees the future as a noose | |
I got them future blues | |
I understand it now | |
how a man finds himself on a water tower | |
raining down helter skelter | |
sell the whole house for the underground shelter | |
feel the storm comin | |
I can’t stand still enough to | |
stop my mind running | |
I see it play out | |
this song is a bread crumb, a toast to the empire | |
enjoy the smell of meat while my feet in the fire | |
I know I’m not preaching to the choir | |
whatever | |
I know you’d rather dance than understand the wiring | |
truth is overrated, reality is tiresome | |
cling to the twos and the fours | |
dance like I’m talking about how young we are | |
sounding like Fun.-loving folklore | |
ignore what I’m saying while I desecrate the #blessed dance floor | |
hard to articulate the great white fate | |
the end coming nearer | |
the writing on the mirror | |
says | |
Doom | |
it follows me around | |
it drips into my shoes | |
I feel like I'm the only one who sees the future as a noose | |
I got them future blues | |
[repeat ad nauseam] |
They say depression is a weight that pulls you down | |
but to be honest I' ve not found that to be true | |
it grabs me by the lungs, it tries to lift me off this planet | |
chewing up the final threads that connect me to you | |
and I' ve been running out of things to keep me grounded | |
I' m having trouble finding love that makes me stick | |
with every song I try to run it down | |
before it runs me through | |
everybody' s talking ' bout progress | |
but all I see is | |
Doom | |
it follows me around | |
it drips into my shoes | |
I feel like I' m the only one who sees the future as a noose | |
I got them future blues, Satan | |
If you don' t know what I' m going through | |
I can try to spell it out for you: | |
Sometimes the sinking starts just thinking ' bout my cel phone | |
I wonder how I have so many friends but feel alone | |
I notice how I feel so weightless when it' s left at home | |
and how I fill up every space with content that doesn' t leave me content | |
I start to spiral down through thoughts of population boom | |
perhaps the cancer starts the second that we leave the womb | |
it seems the more we' re extricated from the food chain, | |
the more creative time we have | |
but the less we have to say | |
it' s all | |
Doom | |
it follows me around | |
it drips into my shoes | |
I feel like I' m the only one who sees the future as a noose | |
I got them future blues | |
I understand it now | |
how a man finds himself on a water tower | |
raining down helter skelter | |
sell the whole house for the underground shelter | |
feel the storm comin | |
I can' t stand still enough to | |
stop my mind running | |
I see it play out | |
this song is a bread crumb, a toast to the empire | |
enjoy the smell of meat while my feet in the fire | |
I know I' m not preaching to the choir | |
whatever | |
I know you' d rather dance than understand the wiring | |
truth is overrated, reality is tiresome | |
cling to the twos and the fours | |
dance like I' m talking about how young we are | |
sounding like Fun. loving folklore | |
ignore what I' m saying while I desecrate the blessed dance floor | |
hard to articulate the great white fate | |
the end coming nearer | |
the writing on the mirror | |
says | |
Doom | |
it follows me around | |
it drips into my shoes | |
I feel like I' m the only one who sees the future as a noose | |
I got them future blues | |
repeat ad nauseam |
They say depression is a weight that pulls you down | |
but to be honest I' ve not found that to be true | |
it grabs me by the lungs, it tries to lift me off this planet | |
chewing up the final threads that connect me to you | |
and I' ve been running out of things to keep me grounded | |
I' m having trouble finding love that makes me stick | |
with every song I try to run it down | |
before it runs me through | |
everybody' s talking ' bout progress | |
but all I see is | |
Doom | |
it follows me around | |
it drips into my shoes | |
I feel like I' m the only one who sees the future as a noose | |
I got them future blues, Satan | |
If you don' t know what I' m going through | |
I can try to spell it out for you: | |
Sometimes the sinking starts just thinking ' bout my cel phone | |
I wonder how I have so many friends but feel alone | |
I notice how I feel so weightless when it' s left at home | |
and how I fill up every space with content that doesn' t leave me content | |
I start to spiral down through thoughts of population boom | |
perhaps the cancer starts the second that we leave the womb | |
it seems the more we' re extricated from the food chain, | |
the more creative time we have | |
but the less we have to say | |
it' s all | |
Doom | |
it follows me around | |
it drips into my shoes | |
I feel like I' m the only one who sees the future as a noose | |
I got them future blues | |
I understand it now | |
how a man finds himself on a water tower | |
raining down helter skelter | |
sell the whole house for the underground shelter | |
feel the storm comin | |
I can' t stand still enough to | |
stop my mind running | |
I see it play out | |
this song is a bread crumb, a toast to the empire | |
enjoy the smell of meat while my feet in the fire | |
I know I' m not preaching to the choir | |
whatever | |
I know you' d rather dance than understand the wiring | |
truth is overrated, reality is tiresome | |
cling to the twos and the fours | |
dance like I' m talking about how young we are | |
sounding like Fun. loving folklore | |
ignore what I' m saying while I desecrate the blessed dance floor | |
hard to articulate the great white fate | |
the end coming nearer | |
the writing on the mirror | |
says | |
Doom | |
it follows me around | |
it drips into my shoes | |
I feel like I' m the only one who sees the future as a noose | |
I got them future blues | |
repeat ad nauseam |