Indoctrination, mental starvation, I can't keep up with this life.
Hours missing, I'm just pissing everything away despite
All my hunger, all my need for something to show for this strife.
But I still wake up, and I keep working, just so I can get through this life.
Bodies worn from lost years, these hands crack and bleed.
Repetition renders spirits dead, creativity collapses in decay.
Mental atrophy torn from ancient depths, doing anything to kill the pain inside.
Pretend it's not happening to you. It happens every day.
Survival, for what? You never learned how to live.
A life working for nothing isn't worth living.
I can't take anymore, what am I waiting for?
I've got to get myself out of this hell hole that is life.
If you've still got a gas station jacket hanging in your closet, you may love the '90s Olympia punk churn of Soggy Creep. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 10, 2017