Soul3d0ut by Tacoma Washington Weekday Club Lyrics

[Verse 1]
As I proceed to bury all my burdens in the ground
All my lovers sing a chorus of "We don't want you around"
Took all the gumption out of me while watering me down
The patron saint of dissonance, the man before you now

[Verse 2]
Leprosy and paranoia follow you around
I asked for you to save me and you pushed me further down
So you can take my family and turn it upside down
But I can’t have the fruit from off the tree

[Chorus]
And I'm so souled out
Balance everything between the space and time