Growth Pangs from Music People by robcrooks
Tracklist
| 10. | Growth Pangs | 2:03 |
Lyrics
Falling apart all for this art? Living indulgently, following dreams, selfishly. Cheque to cheque. Develop drug habits used to cope with undiagnosed depression. Never stop, I could never stop. Ever wonder if you’re better off dead and gone? Is there a better offer? Prioritize a nihilist desire. It’s easier to get high than to find a psychiatrist. And how many times can you go to group therapy? Telling true stories to strangers who stare at me. It’s all destined to become fodder for the pen. But it gets too dark to see, the deeper your consciousness descends. How can I foster any positive relationship? A monster I’ve created with this solipsist experiment. Your mother, your girlfriend, will suffer for your arrogance. Thinking the whole world should put up with your personal shit.
What does it mean to tell the truth? Get to the root. What does it mean to contribute? What’s more important to an artist, art or politics? It’s not my fault reality is Marxist. You know the science: Hate the RCMP, fight the patriarchy, destroy whiteness. Learn about circulation and capital growth. So many hurdles facing us, you can’t let it go. Leafleting at grocery stores in the evening is befitting, we can’t afford it anymore. This system is the problem, that’s why I’m a communist. It’s not where you’re from, it's how you respond to it. I’m living for fulfilling my political will. Can’t afford pill bottle pills for my failed mental health. So I’m sorry if I ever let you down. Though I try not to eff around, I’m not my best right now.
