BAPTISTS LYRICS

1. Good Parenting

Drunk
Fights
Scolded and scalded and beaten
High times
Spent wasted/away
Hotels
Brothels
Alone with nothing but air
Court dates
Mold plates
Cuddle your bedbugs for warmth

Punch you goodnight
I am your mom
Listen to me
Feel my wrath
Stay cold
Drown in your bath
I was born once too
It's just part of every day life
Punch you goodnight
I am your mom
Listen to me
You are my son

You're just a shit from my womb
You're just a punk in your room
no one can take you from me
Mine
you're just a shit from my womb
You're just a punk in your room
No one can take you away
No one can take you from me

2. Farmed

Whole days spent digging holes
Jagged edged shovels
Chipped on rock soil
Dirty everything
Blistered hands sweating
Mouth too dry to sing
This well's been tapped.
Poles sledged like stakes to vampire hearts
Cutting metal with metal
The day's been parched
The more you sweat
The less sparks you'll feel
The less you'll care
The more money you'll make
The less feelings remain
The more shit you'll take
You're farmed, you're fucked.
These days are long and I don't work for you, I work for me
I'll give what I got, but at day's end, I'll be free
You'll take my time and I'll take every cent that you will pay
This trench I've dug will separate both parts of my day.

3. Bachelor Degree Burn

Blank pages filled with professor's wishes
Bodies stacked learning useless and pointless words
Notes made for only one purpose
Brains tampered slowly, towards the majority

Paying into you paving my future will be the only lesson that I learned

Readings pushed forward, leaving no thought
All insight hindered
Bachelor degree burn
Bachelor degree burn

Paying into you paving my future will be the only lesson that I learned

Tuitions payed out to thrones
Governing all you'll know
Tuitions payed out to thrones
Governing all you'll know

Bachelor degree burn

4. Life Poser

Can't fucking see the signs
Change ahead, broken lines
Moved forward by threat
Marketed and in debt
Forced to pick a side
Team player, dream regret
You will age with time
More is less, you're confined

With branches of options; your condo's a seed
Perpetual longing; a life as a weed
With forests of progress; opportunity knocks
With sands as a fortress; turn pebbles to rocks

What a time to be this age
What a time to be this young





BAPTISTS LYRICS