Crossing over the rail road tracks
Fighting through another anxiety attack
Watching myself slowly fade away
My commute alone is two hours each way

I was late for work so I’m driving real fast
That’s when I noticed the flag at half mast
But I didn’t think about it till I stopped for gas
Now I’m running through my thoughts

I couldn’t put my finger today
Cuz it feels like now were in constant dismay
Another mass murder in the USA
Oh well Wednesday is my pay day

The nra or the fda
Proud boys all across the USA
Tech companies and the fbi
Blah blah blah they want you to die

death creates new things to sell
I know at times it’s that’s hard to tell so
Let’s just make one thing understood
These products are for your own good

Thank god for targeted marketing so
people know what it is they need
New iPhones built for everyone
That conveniently break when the next one comes

Armed guards inside of all the schools
Lunch menus with organic food
Electronic cigarettes
And punk bands albums on cassettes

it’s a good thing this commutes
So long
Ill clear my head and write a song

But why even write a songs like this
Cuz it turns me Into a hypocrite

Taking advantage of a tragedy
Sayin my song Is what people need

everyone who’s come before me
Gone down the path of fame and glory

has done so just by speaking up
Against the evil and corrupt

Hey give me your cash give me exposure
Just till I am one step closer
I’m fightin hard to achieve this dream
But an artist life is hard for me

Cuz let’s just say there comes a day
When everything us artist say
Has finally gotten through them
art has solved the worlds problems

Do you think youll be content
When Everyone who was upset
Finds solace in your songs of pain
says you work them feel more sane

Are you mad your songs arent needed
starting to feel a bit defeated?
now i guess You can relate
To all the folks that you claim you hate?

All I’m asking is to be transparent
Admit that you’re not all that different
You don’t have to back the things they do
But don’t deny you aren’t in it for you

So I was crossing over the rail Road tracks
Fighting through another anxiety attack
Because It’s hard to claim art’s genuine
When everyone just sellin it


Do something more than sell your songs
Yell at people when they’re wrong
Work together to make the world better
Ahh fuck it

print your single screen gilidian shirts
Sell them for 20 bucks