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Description
Engineer, Associated Performer, Mixing Engineer, Programmer, Producer: Archy Marshall
Mixing Engineer: Dilip Harris
Mastering Engineer: Matt Colton
Composer Lyricist: Archy Marshall
Lyrics and translation
Original
She gave me feeling but some say I've died.
Handling my luck 'cause I'm tired of the side. The drugs don't work, I've tried a thousand times.
Still the ceiling and me always seem to collide. This week, unbelievably, he stayed inside.
Watched the creeps hidden when the woodwork squeaked through his lazy eye.
Some days are fine but as the spring tires, he seems to unwind.
Stress items, so let's just leave it behind. I'm high.
Watch the news as he brews another cup of chai.
There's no God, at least one that meets his eye. Holding his hands to the sky. To the empty baggage of my mind.
To the empty baggage of my mind.
The world a vacuum of meaningless shit. We consumed on one side.
I sift it. I have some issues I need to deal with.
She threw rinse and waters, drain and I sift.
Stained sheets of my brain give me no peace to work, to work it out. He had some trouble believing life was filled with this much doubt.
Smoke a whisperless sound. So let's just, I'm high.
Watch the news as he brews another cup of chai.
There's no God, at least one that meets his eye. Holding his hands to the sky.
To the empty baggage of my mind