What Doesnt Kill You Fucks You up for Life by Scatterbrained Atheists Lyrics
Hi my name is dagger, like I died once before
Really a few times if you count all the scares
And I look wrong- peeking around my headphones all day
Fuck who thinks they’re cool in your high school hallway
Even if I don’t know a note I can still sing along
That’s my life, I make it up as I go
Your recipes are readily accessed with easy – and all that that means to me -is that we -as a specie -are in decline
It’s not your fault or time
That you swear is your worst enemy
If your pain only last a life time, then you should know that you are lucky
I know a million dead souls, who died a thousand times
I only know a few MC’s who know how to rhyme
Don’t let yourselves expend energy
On anything that doesn’t set you free
The mind is all you have and need 0
The brain’s the only way to change a thing
When you sleep this evening
The DMT will keep you dreaming
Not every angle learns how to fly
Not every rap song turns into a lullaby
Another night with these street lights keeping me warm
Lit cigarette the city is an (my) ashtray
Really a few times if you count all the scares
And I look wrong- peeking around my headphones all day
Fuck who thinks they’re cool in your high school hallway
Even if I don’t know a note I can still sing along
That’s my life, I make it up as I go
Your recipes are readily accessed with easy – and all that that means to me -is that we -as a specie -are in decline
It’s not your fault or time
That you swear is your worst enemy
If your pain only last a life time, then you should know that you are lucky
I know a million dead souls, who died a thousand times
I only know a few MC’s who know how to rhyme
Don’t let yourselves expend energy
On anything that doesn’t set you free
The mind is all you have and need 0
The brain’s the only way to change a thing
When you sleep this evening
The DMT will keep you dreaming
Not every angle learns how to fly
Not every rap song turns into a lullaby
Another night with these street lights keeping me warm
Lit cigarette the city is an (my) ashtray