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Complaint Box
Singer/Songwriter
Complaint Box was released on March 31, 2026 by 2026010 Records DK as a part of the album Brian Mathew
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Release DateMarch 31, 2026
Label2026010 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM127

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brian Kohlhoff
Brian Kohlhoff
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Kohlhoff
Brian Kohlhoff
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Kohlhoff
Brian Kohlhoff
Engineer

Lyrics

Got laid off from my just a job
Made whole but put off
Turns out it served me some sort of cause
Tell the big wigs I hope it was worth every single red cent
Pie in the sky, dream of a dream
Every hope is so high
But the follow-through is nothing but a coping scheme
Always skating to where the puck is and not to where it's going
Every time I really try
I'm casting pearls to swine
My value's not so high
It's just that no one ever gets me right
What do you do when you're smarter than your therapist
Oh midnight America, I'm swinging for the fences
Ask the tight-lipped night, plant in the AstroTurf lawn
The bright is scrutiny's light, so fight until the dawn
You've been trained up and showed around, shook hands with the whole town
But I've been picked up and let down, chewed up and spit out
Here's a box of locks and keys, you have eternity to solve them all
Don't mind the Roman Empire-esque fall
Trap door, dead end
Skeleton with a puppet hand
Every pleasure now comes with sales pitch, man
I might blow my top if I see another ad where it doesn't belong
Conflict is endless
The fallen are nameless
I can't afford a bunker so my head in the sand is bliss
The fog of war has become little more than something we've all read about before
The internet abyss
No more people, just bits
Our footprints feed the furnace
Has intelligence turned on us
What a premise
What do you do when you're smarter than your therapist
Oh midnight America, I'm swinging for the fences
Ask the tight-lipped night, plant in the AstroTurf lawn
The bright is scrutiny's light, so fight until the dawn
You've been trained up and showed around, shook hands with the whole town
But I've been picked up and let down, chewed up and spit out
Here's a box of locks and keys, you have eternity to solve them all
Don't mind this Roman Empire-esque fall
And the bitter part is
The pathetic, ironic part is
There's a strong possibility
Next to no one hears me
You can't sell your soul to have it heard
No one is biting so you pay to be procured
And even then you'll end up with nothing in return
It doesn't matter how deeply you hurt
As is said in Hostile Architecture
There's too many ghosts, not nearly enough spirit
What do you do when you're smarter than your therapist
Oh midnight America, I'm swinging for the fences
Ask the tight-lipped night, plant in the AstroTurf lawn
The bright is scrutiny's light, so fight until the dawn
You've been trained up and showed around, shook hands with the whole town
But I've been picked up and let down, chewed up and spit out
Here's a box of locks and keys, you have eternity to solve them all
Don't mind this Roman Empire-esque fall
Written by: Brian Kohlhoff
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