Laid in Orchids

Time thing, dimension to it

Tell me again
Am I stuck in this
Body till I’m needed
As someone’s organs

I’ll learn to live
Observing pain
And loss until I’m
Laid in orchids

Now I guess I’m reminded I’m not fearful of death
Fearful of death
Fearful of death

Drop down
Time thing, dimension to it
Drop down
Time thing, dimension to it
Drop down
Drop down
Drop down

Here again
Angry all the time
Play it back and then rewind
At a loss
Got your car to 95 until it stalled
Oh thank god this grief is mine
All the pain returns to love
Staring at the sky
I’m humbled by the chance to expire

Now I guess I’m rеminded I’m not fearful of death
Fеarful of death
Time thing, dimension to it

Drop down
Drop down
Drop down
Drop down

For me, like, punk music or whatever is always about, you know, undercutting people's expectations and throwing in like a [?] or whatever and, but for me, I mean I want this band to [?]. If this is unsettling people, I'm ready to really unsettle people, 'cause I'm ready to, you know, I want [?]. I, anything starts getting static I start getting uncomfortable 'cause I feel like, like what happened to hardcore or whatever is that things get so ritualized they become, they're no longer powerful, they lose their power, they're not dangerous anymore, they don't, they don't excite people and they don't move people anymore. They just become some kind of a traditional thing which people can just slip on the clothes and slip on the attitude but for me it's like, it's a life thing man, and if it's gonna be a life thing for me it has to always constantly be moving forward and like, have some kind of a time thing, dimension to it