Stultus Es from Stultus Es by Goode

My friends are telling me I need to get out
It’s more depressing than it’s ever been now
I saw it coming, but I still feel let down

Soldiers hid in their barracks
Hiding from the tyranny of the cloth
Heretics in hysterics
Tryna find some light, like a bunch of moths

There's no reason or rhyme
I see it all the time
Let's be contrarians just for the hell of it
Folks that are passed their primes
Decide what counts as crimes
Ignore the facts, that shit is just irrеlevant

Soldiers hid in their barracks
Hiding from thе tyranny of the cloth
Heretics in hysterics
Tryna find some light, like a bunch of moths

I get it, it’s trendy
To live life pretending
That everything is evil all the time
You got what you wanted
But you’re still undaunted
In screaming that you know it's all a lie

Don't know what I'm saying, but I'll say it anyway
Hypocrite delirium, I do this every day
Tell me something crazy if you want, just let me say
I won’t ask no questions, I know I’m already sane
People sick and dying, but let's make this about me
If the spotlight isn't on me, I might fucking go crazy
Nevermind the evidence, I’ll focus on beliefs
Only tell me what I want to hear, the rest is heresy

Soldiers hid in their barracks
Hiding from the tyranny of the cloth
Heretics in hysterics
Tryna find some light, like a bunch of moths
Soldiers hid in their barracks
Hiding from the tyranny of the cloth
Heretics in hysterics
Tryna find some light, like a bunch of moths

• Pop
• electro pop
• indie pop
• synth pop
• Red Bank