Under My Belt by The Broadways Lyrics

Count these days, feels like I ran a marathon
More like a cigarette-athon, one three month day
Six more lanes, so much concrete seems irrational
I've never felt more unnatural, I watch exhaust blow

I see that you're dead behind your eyes
All this convenience could never fill the hole that I've dug inside
Real things seem hard to find

Armed to the teeth, let's kill off all the animals
Be the only species not extinct and then we'll have a feast
People seem so strange, it's like they've all been zombified
Blurred streetlights fill my crying eyes

I grew some food from the ground
One thing that made sense in this world that seems so fucking upside down
Washed away, this winter's reoccurring theme
Of feeling lost and incomplete

Another winter under my belt
Strip malls have buried corn fields, alcohol is burying me
Cut me off while my heart's still beating
All these stupid games with their fancy names, they'll never make you free
They'll make you numb, they don't mean anything