The Human Headache

Alternative rock, trip hop, lo-fi hip hop

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You’re a walking Wikipedia, but with all the facts wrong
Singing your own praises in a never-ending song
Correcting my breathing, explaining the sun
You’re the human equivalent of a damp, moldy bun
You think that you’re witty, a real comedy prize
But the only thing funny is the look of hate in our eyes.

Zip it, just zip it, nobody’s asking
In the void of your ego, you’re happily basking
You think you’re a legend, the star of the scene
Everyone hates you... all wish you'd never been.
Yeah, zip it, just zip it, give it a rest
Your presence is a fail, not a passing test.

"Actually..."  please, just swallow that word
The most useless opinion that’s ever been heard
You’re lecturing the air, you’re preaching to the dirt
Does it keep you awake? Does the loneliness hurt?
You love your own voice, it’s your favorite sound
While we’re looking for shovels to put you in the ground.

"Did he just try to explain how my own car works? To me?"
"He did. He’s 'enlightened', babe. A proper gift to mankind."
"He’s a parasite with a bowl cut. A total, utter weapon."
"He’s still talking. Look at his mouth moving. It’s like a goldfish, but louder."

It’s tragic, really, that you haven't a clue
That the oxygen leaves when the room’s filled with you
You’re the joke that we’ve heard a thousand times before
The grayest of shadows, a monumental bore
Ignorance is bliss, you must be over the moon
Because nobody wants you in their afternoon.

"Look, mate. A bit of advice, free of charge since you love those."
"Try a hobby. Like... extreme silence. Or competitive hiding."
"Yeah. Close your mouth. For a decade. Or just walk into heavy traffic. Whatever works."

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"Oh god... here he comes... Look at him, I think I'm going to throw up.. I get stomach cramps when I see him." "I’ve got a migraine already... Can we just... pretend we’re dead... or help humanity and kill him hahaha?" You’re a walking Wikipedia, but with all the facts wrong Singing your own praises in a never-ending song Correcting my breathing, explaining the sun You’re the human equivalent of a damp, moldy bun You think that you’re witty, a real comedy prize But the only thing funny is the look of hate in our eyes. Zip it, just zip it, nobody’s asking In the void of your ego, you’re happily basking You think you’re a legend, the star of the scene Everyone hates you... all wish you'd never been. Yeah, zip it, just zip it, give it a rest Your presence is a fail, not a passing test. "Actually..." please, just swallow that word The most useless opinion that’s ever been heard You’re lecturing the air, you’re preaching to the dirt Does it keep you awake? Does the loneliness hurt? You love your own voice, it’s your favorite sound While we’re looking for shovels to put you in the ground. "Did he just try to explain how my own car works? To me?" "He did. He’s 'enlightened', babe. A proper gift to mankind." "He’s a parasite with a bowl cut. A total, utter weapon." "He’s still talking. Look at his mouth moving. It’s like a goldfish, but louder." It’s tragic, really, that you haven't a clue That the oxygen leaves when the room’s filled with you You’re the joke that we’ve heard a thousand times before The grayest of shadows, a monumental bore Ignorance is bliss, you must be over the moon Because nobody wants you in their afternoon. Zip it, just zip it, nobody’s asking In the void of your ego, you’re happily basking You think you’re a legend, the star of the scene Everyone hates you... all wish you'd never been. Yeah, zip it, just zip it, give it a rest Your presence is a fail, not a passing test. "Look, mate. A bit of advice, free of charge since you love those." "Try a hobby. Like... extreme silence. Or competitive hiding." "Yeah. Close your mouth. For a decade. Or just walk into heavy traffic. Whatever works."

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