God at the 7-Eleven (Burnout Mix)

[Intro: Lazy guitar with growing dirt, drums stumble in] **.**.**..*..*.**.**. [Verse 1: Tired honest slurred vocals building tension] Found God at the fucking 7-Eleven Red Bull and scratch tickets at eleven Hair all matted, eyes glazed over Staring at the hot dogs going round and over (round and over and over and..) And the cashier didn't even card her... [Pre-Chorus: Voice getting rougher] These lights buzz in my skull These lights drill through my skull THESE LIGHTS WON'T GET OUT OF MY FUCKING SKULL! (make it stop) [Bass drops like concrete] [Chorus: Raw delivery with unhinged moments] Scratching lottery dreams off silver shit! Hoping something finally fucking fits! (Nothing ever does!) Piling up receipts to heaven While everything just burns to nothing! [Bass swallows everything] (WATCH IT BURN!) [Verse 2: spoken with edge] Sixty minutes in a beige room Nodding at advice I'll never use Check boxes, rate your pain Check boxes, feel insane CHECK BOXES TILL YOUR FINGERS BLEED! While roaches own the fucking street (they own everything now) (THEY OWN EVERYTHING!) [Chorus: Messier than before] Scratching lottery dreams off silver shit! Hoping something finally fucking fits! (Nothing ever will!) Piling up receipts to heaven While everything just burns to nothing! [Everything gets heavier] (BURN IT DOWN!) [Bridge: Building through quiet repetition to explosion] Sometimes at three AM When the TV hums like breathing I keep trying I keep lying [Everything fractures] I KEEP FUCKING DYING! [Verse 3: Raw but resigned] Tiny empires in my kitchen sink Better than the shit I'm supposed to think Watching them work Watching them build WATCHING THEM LIVE WHILE I JUST SIT! (just fucking sit here) (JUST FUCKING ROT HERE!) [Chorus: Most unhinged version] Scratching lottery dreams off silver shit! Hoping something finally fucking fits! (Nothing nothing NOTHING!) Piling up receipts to heaven While everything just burns to nothing! (LET IT FUCKING BURN!) [Bass and guitars implode] [Outro: Coming down hard] Back at that fluorescent tomb Where we all buy dreams that never bloom (still buying that shit) The buzzing won't shut up (it never shuts up) We're all just meat stumbling around We're all just meat hitting the ground WE'RE ALL JUST MEAT BORN TO ROT! (But we try... oh fuck, we keep trying anyway!) [Final Section: Everything breaks] Roll the stone Roll the fucking stone ROLL THE STONE THROUGH THE NOISE (Feel your hands break) Roll it through the static Roll it through the screaming [Everything dissolves to feedback] ROLL IT INTO NOTHING!