Maybe I'm Just Tired Of Not Dying

Fast-paced, heavy raw punk ripped with low-tuned guitars, slamming bass, and aggressive drums, Multiple layers of raspy, overlapping vocals trade lines, while a sneering gang-choir shouts “oh” throughout the choruses, Tight, catchy riffs and breaks keep the energy manic

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Milo’s got a fear of sleep at night He says he might not wake up right He wears three Fitbits and a crash-proof vest And Googles “early signs of death” He won’t eat cheese past the printed date Checks his pulse at a traffic light He told his priest, “I’m not afraid of fate I’m just not ready for eternal night” He’s got a couch in a panic room Where he screams at the news And yeah it sucks now, but he knows somehow He’ll be immortal by avoiding bad juice Each day, he reads new side effects Thinks death hides in his breakfast checks He drinks green slime, avoids blue light Said “I can’t come out, I might die tonight” He carries helmets just in case For stairs, for soup, for empty space And still he dreams of peaceful rest But only when he’s fully dressed He’s got a couch in a panic room Where he screams at the news “What’s it now?” - It’s grapes! And yeah it sucks now, but he knows somehow He’ll be immortal by avoiding bad juice He’s got a couch in a panic room Where he screams at the news Oh, it may suck now, but he knows somehow He’ll never die if he just refuses to lose

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