DESCRIPTION:
From the album 'To The Moon' - available from Bandcamp: http://popesofchillitown.com
Also on iTunes: http://apple.co/1EtlL2w
Spotify: http://sptfy.com/1iWB

LYRICS:

What a waste of time. What a waste of energy. What a waste of space. Just look at his face. You can see he’s a fucking disgrace.

Everybody that I come across wants to be the boss. They all want to run the world at any cost - that’s their loss. Too busy thinking about the problems of their micro-cosm - never going to solve them alone. Well everybody that I meet, they’re far too busy looking at their feet to ever notice me. What do I care? Should I beware of the awkwardness of the stare? Or should I just be flattered that they even know I’m there?

Well the mandem them are struggling and it’s all around the world. People, yes them are hungry - why can’t you observe? It’s absurd, how little you’ve given to this life since your birth. What have you given? What the fuck do you deserve?

Now we’re running round in circles trying to figure out where it all went wrong. Guess it was our logic that did desert us - now we just don’t get along. Something has to be done.

Don’t insult my intelligence any more than your already have. Don’t you talk down to me like I’m a piece of dirt on your shoe. One day you’re gonna get yours this will all catch up to you.

What a waste of life. They say they killed him twice because he lacked personality. Well what on earth would they do to me? I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

Every time I look in the mirror I get a glimmer of the man that this poxy-pervy world thinks that I am. Itemised by dilligent eyes - I drift into a vision of wishless individualism. The vandalism of the whole mind body and soul. Invisible forces that I’m unable to control, until I drift into the system I resist them with my all.