Umwelt

by Mister Earthbound

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released March 11, 2017

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Track Name: State of Ways
State of Ways


Been up, watching on the news.
Been up, watching on the moon.
Propaganda’s anti-gravity groove.
Do you feel the same?
Lost in your world’s state of ways?

Just looking for something to do.
Time tells you have substance to prove.
All just looking for something to do.
End the day, boy it’s all on you.

Now bipolar, by weekly.
Guess that’s a way to feel free.
Grand illusion keeping the cycle in tune.
Do you feel the same?
Lost in your world’s state of ways?

Just looking for something to do.
Time tells you have substance to prove.
All just looking for something to do.
Man, see the day, end it fast, ‘cause son it’s all on you.

State of ways.

I been caught up on the tube.
Watching as perceptions skew.
A brand new age and nobody knows what to do.
Don’t you feel the same?
Lost in your world’s state of ways?

Just looking for something to do.
Time tells you have substance to prove.
All just looking for something to do.
End the day, it’’s all on you.

Man, see the day,
end it fast, end it well,
‘cause son it’s all on you
Track Name: Misery Loves Company
Misery Loves Company


Hollowed out, thoughts go south.
Can you draw lines? Can you freeze time?
Quite a thing when you got, warm love taken for granted
Taking its toll, leaving you cold.

Some get you up, others get you down
Face first on the ground, ain’t coming around.
Don’t be blind, blind to see.
Misery loves company.

Up in your head, feeling half past dead.
Getting ready for the big sleep, hell bound and dirt cheap.
Down on luck, drowned and stuck
In a bottle of sweet gold, eyes wide and blood cold.

Some get you up, others get you down
Face first on the ground, ain’t coming around.
Don’t be blind, blind to see
Misery loves company.

Feel the lonesome creep the night.
Like a spider on your shoulder.
Check your pulse, man it loves to take.

And why she left, you’ll never know.

Creeps in the night
Like a ghost around your neck
A friend with teeth, grinning warming lies.

And why she left, I’ll never know.
The fire you built will always glow
Drop a man down in a hole
And man got along

Why she failed, I’ll never know.
The breeze you left is burning cold.
Dropped a man down in a hole
A man got along.

Hollowed out, thoughts go south.
Can you draw lines? Can you freeze time?
Quite a thing when you got, warm love taken for granted.
Taking its toll, leaving you cold.

Some get you up, others get you down.
Face first on the ground, ain’t coming around.
Don’t be blind, blind to see.
Misery loves company.
Track Name: G.O.D.
G.O.D.


Look at you, standing aline.
Wait your turn, while I do the crime.
See now, we’re all of design.
Fighting over what ain’t yours or mine.

Know one by one, we’ll all resign.
Can’t turn back, can’t rewind.
Another day, watch the clock unwind.
Few can defeat the hands of time.

And as the world spins on it axis.
Groove to the generation of distractions.

In the dark, on the cold cold nights.
In the shadows, the things you hold so tight.
Caught between love, lust, and spite.
Don’t get caught fading in the light.

And as the world spins on its axis.
Groove to the generation of distractions.

As it burns.
Watch the reactions.
Watch it burn.
Miss what’s actually happening.

And as the world spins on its axis.
Groove to the generation of distractions.
Track Name: Umwelt
Umwelt


Been searching?
For the highest of highs. Got low.
And lord knows.
I been digging them holes.

Future’s getting old.
Hard wired, bought, and sold.
Don’t fear, time will pass you by.
Stuck and wondering where your head is at

Been climbing?
From the lowest of lows. Got high.
and only god knows why.

Future’s getting old.
Hard wired, bought, and sold.
Don’t fear, time will pass you by.
Stuck and wondering where my head was at.

Is the future getting old?
You don’t have to sell your soul.
Dog eat dog, man will you eat.
Past is crimson, will the future bleed?

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