Time Drills from SPARES by SPARES

Scrape out the barrel's dregs
Disgust for sugar glaze
Don't sing a song you hate

What could they want?
Their irons busting down my door
And you know it's a rotten cure
For these allergies
To choke down their pill, impure
I'd keel over in the bitter sun

If this is where they're taking us
Roll me underneath the bus
This cake is filled with maggots
This milk is filled with pus
I've eaten all I can
I'm throwing up

Night falls on this nation
Where we pay through our noses
Just to get them snapped
This time I'd ask
Only for a mercy seat
Throw my bones into the drying sea

If this is where they're taking us
Roll me underneath the bus
This cake is filled with maggots
This milk is filled with pus
I've eaten all I can

Finches
Gators
Mothers
Bankers
Foxes
Spiders
Whalers
Friars

Time drills straight through all of us
Simple phrases, hard to trust
This wine is made for weeping in
This bread for you to gag upon
I've drunk the drink they sold me on
I've chewed my nails until they're gone
I've swept the floor and licked the crumbs

I'm throwing up

• Alternative
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• guitar music
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• post-hardcore
• Portland