Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Jim Holmen
Schlagzeug
Richard Theodore Zelm
Gitarre
Steven I Grossinger
Bass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
James Richard Holmen
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Bill Stevenson
Produzent:in
Jason Livermore
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Colton Krohn
Ingenieur:in
Miles Stevenson
Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
The water's gone black, or is that mold? I've got to clean my house with the only thing I own
I reach in to find the stench of mildew is strong, I start to scrub, nausea takes hold
I know it's too late, you can't separate the water from the mold Now slime is spreading across the surface
And you can't just flip it over and try the other side
You can't keep cleaning the same old mess with the other side of the same old dirty rag
That smell will never go away Streaks are going to stain, better dry it out and light that trash on fire
A pick between two, doesn't give me a voice If we only draw one line, that don't feel like choice
We'll always polarize if there's only two sides I start to scrub, nausea takes hold
I know it's too late, you can't separate the drama we are sold Now crime is spreading throughout our cities
And you can't just start it over from the other side
We need something else, something less used Not just pick a hand from the same old vampire
Who's been around for two hundred years Just stake him in the chest, these tricks are growing tired
Why is it that so many people are only drawn by party lines
Not everything needs to be so political
It's shocking how every issue becomes so polarized
And simple conversations, now they feel so weaponized
Of course we have opinions, and yes they'll always be different sides
But how they fit so neatly into left-right ideology
Starts to beg the question, who really does decide
What we think, and how we act, and where we should divide
You can't keep cleaning the same old mess with the other side of the same old dirty rag
That smell will never go away, streaks are going to stain Better dry it out, and light that trash on fire
We need something else, something less used Not just pick a hand from the same old vampire
Who's been around for two hundred years Just stake him in the chest, these tricks are growing tired
If you insist on those same old shitty rules I don't wanna play your game, that's it, fuck off, I'm done
If you insist on those same old shitty rules I don't wanna play your game, that's it, fuck off, I'm done
Writer(s): James Holmen
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