SHELLED from DISCIPLINE by the garages

(IDOLATRY. Golly, the leaderboard just will. not. sit. still! It looks like they may pull it off, but - what’s that? Oh, they've really done it now. Folks, they say fame is a prison shell. Well, our two most popular players are in literal giant peanut shells. Now, don't quote me on this, but I'd wager their batting average may see a dive next season. STRIKE THREE!)

Am I nothing but stars to you?
Long before you see me, I've already burned out
As I slip through your hands, paws and claws
They all felt cold

But the warmth of the board, it drew me to the top
I tried so hard just to feel

I can't see the light through my eyes, through my eyes
I concede the fight with your lies, with your lies
I can't see the light through my eyes, through my eyes
I concede the fight with your lies, with your lies

I am nothing
I am nothing
I am nothing
I am nothing

Why can't I get out of here (I can't take this any longer)
Why can't I get out of here (I can't take this any longer)
Why can't I get out of here (I can't take this any longer)
Why can't I get out of here (I can't take this any longer)
(I CAN'T TAKE THIS)

I can't see the light through my eyes, through my eyes
I concede the fight with your lies, with your lies
I can't see the light through my eyes, through my eyes
I concede the fight with your lies, with your lies

I can't see the light through my eyes, through my eyes
I concede the fight with your lies, with your lies
I can't see the light through my eyes, through my eyes
I concede the fight with your lies, with your lies

• Rock
• baseball
• blaseball
• garage
• lofi
• Seattle