Losing sleep, I bet it’s from binging the week away,
And I think it’s affecting my speech,
Slurring my thoughts into mumbling nonsense,
And I’m lost in a delusional mess.
texting friends that I’ll never see them again,
stuck inside til this season ends.
browsing for another fix, just one more and quit.
but i keep circling back to start consuming the same old shit
sick of the world becoming a bad dream,
sick of the world becoming a bad dream,
sick of the world becoming a bad dream,
sick of the world , failing me
losing touch with reality around me,
living thru a screen of demented moralities.
mental healths failing, the physical is drained,
depleted and faint, continue watching til waste.
Blue light degenerating the retinal disparity
blurred vision, bloodshot, macular fading,
get the 5G to disintegrate your brain,
watch the birds fall, never once thought,
id be controlled by the very thing
i was always warned about and fought.
im Way Past too tired to fall sleep
Might as well continue living this dream
realitys become a nightmare to me
keep the lights dimmed, volume up
lock the doors, and windows shut
quarantine yourself for good.
sick of the world becoming a bad dream,
sick of the world becoming a bad dream,
sick of the world becoming a bad dream,
sick of the world , failing me
nothings safe beyond the front door ,
Too paranoid to leave the room
it seems the nights turn to morning too fast
need a balance between this couch and the bed,
isolating my self from the rest of the world,
submerged in a universe full of paranoia.
i long for an existence out of this mess,
but mental healths been effecting my every step.
forever since ive felt the sun ,
infected from episodic streaming delirium syndrome
sick of the world becoming a bad dream,
living in darkness no time for the sun
taking the steps to becoming nothing
confusing the days cuz theyre all the same
sick of the world becoming a bad dream,
sick of the world becoming a bad dream,
sick of the world becoming a bad dream,
sick of the world , failing me
supported by 38 fans who also own “Whatever Helps (You Get Through)”
I found Days N' Daze right at the end of a long term relationship falling apart into a toxic mess. This album really helped me get through it. Call in the Coroner in particular was on repeat many days. Thanks for the tunes y'all! Tribar
Rerelease of this pummeling Swedish D-beat/crust LP from 2012, with the hallmarks of the style at its best— heavy riffs and righteous fury. Bandcamp New & Notable May 18, 2021
supported by 21 fans who also own “Whatever Helps (You Get Through)”
Days n daze n dopamine. Literal bottled happiness. I dare you to stay depressed while listening to Rogue Taxidermy or Show me the blueprints. Erra Boing