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letra de cured (a$ a narc-bum) - cured (as a narc bum) - thaddeus & crimson

narc bum! (narc bum!)
narc bum! (narc bum!)
narc bum! (narc bum!)
narc bum! (narc bum!)
narc bum! (narc bum!)
narc bum! (narc bum!)
narc bum! (narc bum!)
narc bum! (narc bum!)

every time
you aren’t even of nicotine value
i’m not of any heart to do
the sh-t that i used to
no, i’ve concluded
that i’ve overused
all of what i’ve pondered over
maybe i’ll fix my attitude
because i’m a pile of skin meant to be misused
but the skin misses you
and, of course, it do
i’m a mostly human boy and i’m holding guns to my moods
head on throat
head underwater
head smashed against the wall
head into the mirror
head into my hands
because they taught me that no man
is an androgynous man
yeah, they taught me that no man
is an androgynous man

boy, you’re just an attention lover
who has uncovered some trauma
so we’ll treat you as the same dramatic f-ck
who only wants to make everyone feel like sh-t
and it’s all about yourself, you selfish pr-ck
you weak twink, you would never even consider it
and your friends, family
and everybody say you chose this when you
barely even wrote this at all

every time
every time
every time
every time

(secret lyrics in another language)
and still i’m done with what i could give
and still i’m done with what i could give
and still i’m done with what i could give
and still i’m done with what i could give

does it for me
i missed some sleep
but i’ve been checking in on me
mmm, mm
when did my days
come down to being so mundane
wait, nevermind, sh-t was made this way
never know where we are in the f-cking week (does it for me)
my knees weak, so sore, limbs locked up
motor control goin’ no balance
and my hands so callaced
i’ve been overworking

find hate in my complacence
and my own self-hatred
for i fly without one
and i randomly read my tape of my shamefulness
i plead to take over the nations today
that’s counter-productive pain
i’ve been picking at my skin
thinking about ruining my brain
rather stay breezing, cruising through my many ways
feeling nothing, no, i cannot feel a single thing
or cry a single drop of a tear
boy, you’ve embodied fear
died through life for seventeen years
though we feel it to be true
but i’m holding that i’m a f-cking dead man
and i’m on my back thinking about my death man
i never knew that time could be so heavy
and i could be so restlessly stupid
this sh-t is ruthless and useless
i can’t
it’s sounding like a me problem
me and my weed problem
me and my
yeah, the sunrise
go out of mind for a little while
you deserve it child
go out of mind for a little while
you deserve it child
go out of mind for a little while
you deserve it child
go out of mind for a little while
you deserve it child

carrides, fly by
carrides, fly by
carrides, fly by
carrides, fly by
what have we gotten ourselves into?
what have we gotten ourselves into?

i’ve done my fair share of sh-t
let’s not get into it

what have we gotten ourselves into?
what have we gotten ourselves into?

- thaddeus crimson

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