Reptoid Shuffle from SOUL DESTROYER by Riley Hill

Why don't grow up baby?
And gimmie your sweet soul
You say you're barely twenty
You might as well be six years old
The way you make another me
Is the way I make control
Don't say you don't like gravy
When you're a dinner on your own
Don't say you don't like hatred
When existence makes you groan
The way you make anomalies
Is the way I make control

You try your best to learn what's true
But you're a dumb-dumb, baby
Dumb-dumb, baby yes you
Never picked apart the promises
That let me take control

Why don't ya bulk up baby?
Make your muscles swole
So when you finally serve me
We can swallow this world whole
The way you take your job so serious
Is the way I take control
Now nothing's quite real lately
God, I'm sure that you've been shown
The way your thoughts can't face me
And the way you just don't grow
And in the way you trust what's comfortable
Is the way I trust control

You try your best to fight my demons
But you don't love me, baby
You don't love me, baby no you
Never loved making economies
But I love making control

• Acoustic
• LO-FI
• bedroom pop
• doom pop
• folk-punk
• indie rock
• Canada