paroles de chanson The Pill - Atmosphere

The pill
Fuck it, swallow it

I stopped reading the paper and quit watching the news
I don't answer the phone and I'm not paying the dues
I pace my steps to match the speed of my breathing
Place my bets and keep my feet up on the ceiling

Waiting for the stop sign to turn green
I ain't got time to learn the hard way
I gave candy to the babies, kisses to the ladies
And charisma to the kids playing down at the arcade

Partake in my "think straight" type advice
Bake the cake and stick your face into the frosting
Take a break from all the aches and strifes
Since pain is just another stain on the box springs

Sometimes I sit outside and watch the people walk by
Try to understand why they don't fly
In other days, I lock myself in my room
Let the four corners close in 'til I'm consumed

There ain't a whole lot of continuity
And all I want is what I already gave up
I give advice that I don't follow cuz it's twice as hard to swallow
When you know precisely what the pill is made of