Something Skipping from Cattle Arithmetic by BALLERINA BLACK

Everybody's talking, but know one's ever there.
Everybody's nauseous, trying to find an ear.
Empathetically I'm ignored, as I sink to the bottom floor.
Sickly skip along, burning up for a chance to thaw...
Waiting... for Something...

Know one said you could chew this, so cut me up and we'll share.
Swimming through restitution, and bullet holes in your stare.
Waiting... for Something...
For Something... True

And If You ASk Yourself
You Might Be Wrong
And If You Love Yourself
You're To Far Gone

I Know This Defeatist
Disown This And Cut Me Out
Without You I'm Not Alone
I Know This Defeatist
Disown This And Cut Me Out
Without You I'm Not Alone
I'm Not Alone

Soft strides in caution, can never help you prepare.
The lost lives that haunt you, But some things you should never repair.

And If You ASk Yourself
You Might Be Wrong
And If You Love Yourself
You're To Far Gone

I Know This Defeatist
Disown This And Cut Me Out
Without You I'm Not Alone
I Know This Defeatist
Disown This And Cut Me Out
Without You I'm Not Alone
I Know This This Feeling
Disown This And Cut Me Out
Without You I'm Not Alone
I'm Not Alone
I'm Not Alone
I'm Not Alone
I'm Not Alone

• Alternative
• Gloom-Pop
• Grave-Wave
• Mope-Rock
• New-Wave
• Post-Punk
• ballerina black
• cattle arithmetic
• good lyrics
• heavy bass
• los angeles
• post punk
• something skipping
• three-piece
• up-beat
• Portland