I can't, I won't do this anymore.
Can I pick myself up and disappear?
What is below the surface of these plastic minds?
Nothing but waste and heartless lies.
Buried in the sand, your poison left with the outgoing flow of the tide. Dignity, quickening, drowning slow.
credits
from IRONSIDE E.P.,
track released May 28, 2011
Music-Ironside
Lyrics-Sam Winikoff
Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered-Spencer Mattlin
Recorded at Grindlab Music Group
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