I believe that a doctor
will call my name
Like an impounded fracture
My head is aching
On the turnpike from Pittsburgh
The pain is why
I've been driving so quickly.
I will go back to the places that
will lead me nowhere.
I am attracted like moths
inside an open fire.
I will go back to the places that
will lead me nowhere.
So inside myself I can't relate to anyone.
Bad Lidocaine
I feel ashamed
of all the things I cannot take.
All rearranged into complacement
memories of my escape.
Take a little codeine to calm your nerves,
and to stop you from shaking.
The restless anger meets you inside
a casket to call your home
While the maker is laughing
and hesitating.
I will go back to the places that
will lead me nowhere.
I am attracted like moths
inside an open fire.
I will go back to the places that
will lead me nowhere.
A disparity is causing ME
to break MY heart!
Pain is impossible,
I'm feeling optimistic.
Bad Lidocaine
I feel ashamed
of all the things I cannot take.
All rearranged into complacement
memories of my escape.
The third studio album from self-proclaimed "prunge" artist Kevin Nichols; delves into the perils of depression and anxiety. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 6, 2018