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Bug Stepper
10
Punk
Bug Stepper foi lançado em 28 de novembro de 2021 por Stomp Records como parte do álbum The Fine Line Between Real and Insane - EP
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Data de lançamento28 de novembro de 2021
SeloStomp Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM155

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
The Filthy Radicals
The Filthy Radicals
Interpretação
Kyle Jewitt
Kyle Jewitt
Vocais principais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Kyle Jewitt
Kyle Jewitt
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Andrew DeNure
Andrew DeNure
Produção
Scott Middleton
Scott Middleton
Produção

Letra

I'm jumping off the deep end, my mind is bent
Where when the fuck do I start, where to even begin
Give me a line, pill, smoke, or a drink
These are my tools for self destruction
And yeah it's a shame that I'm not quite the same
For this fine line I walk between real and insane
It's no game, it's no lie, it's no fucking charade
This is life, this is real, this is love, this is pain
I get a
No satisfaction over steppin’ on bugs
What is mind over matter, all that matters is the drugs
I get a
Strange feeling when I see my own face
Yeah I feel like I see the pieces all out of place
So what if
If nothing matters, why am I still afraid?
Still having to lay down in the mess that I made
So what if
If this is real, why do I feel made up?
Why do I still get the feeling that I gotta wake up?
I know that this'll kill me
Yeah this road is way to steep
Dropping under me with
Every passing day
Ah the creepin crawlin crazy
It'll never let me sleep
Coming closer every
Time I turn away
Every time that I turn away
Slit your throat a thousand times along the highway
Patient souls among millions, the face of wisdom
The inner city's children have hearts of spades
And with their clubs they could steal the world's diamonds
So can ya
Can you tell me where am I supposed to look
I got eyes that won't settle and a mind that's been shook
So can ya
Can you tell me how to look like I'm fine?
Can you chop it up and sell it, can you drown it with wine?
I got a
Strange notion that I may not exist
I am unlikely to be real the more I realize this
I gotta
Make my peace with the snails and the slugs
I get no satisfaction over steppin’ on bugs
I know that this'll kill me
Yeah this road is way to steep
Dropping under me with
Every passing day
Ah the creepin crawlin crazy
It'll never let me sleep
Coming closer every
Time I turn away
Every time that I turn away
Written by: Kyle Jewitt
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