Catatonic - Angelspit

Full throttle to boredom;

procrastination all the way

Very blasé;

so cute, indoctrinated and tame

All the King’s horse tranquiliser;

and all the King’s shiny MDMA

Won’t put the thrill back in your life;

Oh the monotony

You make me numb, sliding down the throat of tiresome

Heartbeat synced to routine, you are catatonic

Better living through chemicals;

Better living through fear

Better living through tattoos and amyl nitrate;

Better living through a fringe

and black hair

Frightened by shadows;

lethargic dog turns the other cheek

Just give up… so bland;

don’t speak

You can not fly, sold your wings to cover rent

I watch you fall from that tiny box, you are catatonic

Oh, Sweet boy I’m gunna let them eat you

Oh, sweet girl the routine’s gunna kill you

Voodoo lethargy, endless droning;

Trading noise for perfection

Five empty chambers, one risk junky;

my self distraction

You make me numb, sliding down the throat of tiresome

Heartbeat synced to routine, you are catatonic

You can not fly, sold your wings to cover rent

I watch you fall from that tiny box, you are catatonic

Oh, Sweet boy I’m gunna let them eat you (Catatonic!)

Oh, sweet girl the routine’s gunna kill you (Catatonic!)