Panacea from Persimmon Hollow by Gucci Flute

We've all been here before
I know that you've been cut, short

I need a panacea, God I need an antidote
The evidence of ignorance is bringing me to overdose
You're fucking bringing me to overdose

Hard headed, on the train to nowhere
Disguised with a smile acting like you don't care
Got the high horse with a saddle to match
And your spine's less straight than your facts

I know, there's stress in your head
I know, you hide it with hate
I know, you lay in your bed, just thinking "Who am I?"
You know, we have the same amount of doubt inside

You're always cut and dry, tuck and fold, crush and mold
It's getting fucking old, you're getting fucking old
You've got it all figured out inside your little brain
Seven billion people and we're all the fucking same
All the fucking same

Seven billion people and we're all to fucking blame

Seven billion people and we're all to feel ashamed

• Metal
• deadland
• downtempo
• experimental
• hardcore
• metalcore
• De Land