Some Cutting Sick - Luca Brasi

Every hit’s another miss

I’m used to this, I’m losing it

The menial drops jaws in states like this

Predicaments are calling for some cutting sick

And no one’s seeing through it

In the evening time swim against the tide

Don’t fall asleep

I’ve been awake for three days

I’ve been pushing these white lines like fucking daisies

It’s another set of

Misplaced values and ideas

Clawing, clinging out all these years

Every hit’s another miss

I’m used to this, I’m losing it

The menial drops jaws in states like this

Predicaments are calling for some cutting sick

And no one’s seeing through it

In the evening time swim against the tide

We’ll never fix it

Oh no not ever

This will fucking numb it

Shit I’m fucking clever

We’re the useless fucks seen in the street

Heads shook, disbelief

Heads down, comatose, fuck that’s me

Heads down, comatose, fuck that’s me

Enough faith so you can sleep

With ours held in each other we rest easily (so easily)

And you pass 'cause you believe

Yeah, you believe, yeah, you believe

When every hit’s another miss

I’m used to this, I’m losing it

The menial drops jaws in states like this

Predicaments are calling for some cutting sick

And no one’s seeing through it

In the evening time swim against the tide