Dinnerthyme by Home Entertainment

In the dark caress of a caravan of thoughts,
which swallow your whole being
and bring your movement to a halt.
Thinking of how the feds have sabotaged
the minds of the American people,
as your data gets sucked into a big banking computer called Aladdin, which chokes you out

In your life do you see another me
who's more beautiful?
Please help our weary souls.
And I'm trying really hard.
How can I escape the mess
And find out how to be my very best?

Uncollected and tragic are the operations of the everyday
Which flow back and forth creating an inescapable maze of meaningless desires, Botoxed faces, and trucks that appear to be tanks.
Corroborating a deeply saddening truth
that freedom now is a purchase at your disposal
any single day.

Looking for the concha and back again.
Wasted looking for your best of friends.
Searching for the concha and back again.
Workout wasted,
my body,
my life again.

Workout, workout
Empty your head
Workout, workout
Emptied eyes again
Workout, workout
Empty your head
Workout, workout
Emptied eyes again

And at the end of the road
all will be okay, we're coming home.
You know they always say,
you'll live another day,
it's dinnertime.

• Alternative
• Alternative Punk
• Punk
• crankwave
• indie punk
• post-punk
• space age punk
• Chicago