FIFO
from Eat From The Tree by The Suburbanists
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lyrics
The devil sits close on the tip of his chair
His claws of nothingness float still in the air
They don’t move
But get closer
Every time I look
I’m bekoned to peek but I try not to stare
Don’t spend too long cuz you’ll get your fair share
Of the vast
Indescribable
Cherish your loved ones or blow out your brains
Spend time with friends or just do drugs and waste
Cuz your fate
Is still imminent
One day you will not wake up from your sleep
No dreams and no nightmares no pain and no peace
Just some objects
And a body
Tender and timid my limbs try to reach
For something to feel in reality
But my mind
Knows the answer
Melodramatic and too self aware
Sometimes I cannot escape from the fear
I could cry
I could vomit
Rock myself to sleep
Some people pray and some wallow in sin
Still can’t extinguish the thought of the sheer fucking end
Of my likeness
One day you will not wake up from your sleep
No dreams and no nightmares no pain and no peace
Just some objects
And a body
First in
And first out
Inventoried
Six feet under
We’re the last in
So we’ll lay low
The reaper’s audit
Born to fail
From cradle to grave we process why
From womb to tomb we learn the truth
Standard operating procedure
Save yourself cuz survivings the feature
Cradle to grave
From womb to tomb
The only certainty is impending doom
My mind is the master my body’s the slave
Sentient rot in my prison of meat
No pain and no peace
Eternal sleep
No dreams and no nightmares
No pain and no peace
There will be no savior
You wont meet the beast
From the cradle to the grave and out the womb unto the tomb
The only certainty is certainly the all impending doom
I try to kill the thought but in the end it is the thought that’s killing me and keeping life from being what it’s ‘sposed to be
The destination
Ruination
My fixation
Till my days are done
First in
First out
Inventoried
Six feet under
We’re the last in
So we’ll lay low
The reaper’s audit
Born to fail
From cradle to grave we process why
From womb to tomb we learn the truth
Standard operating procedure
Save yourself cuz survivings the feature
His claws of nothingness float still in the air
They don’t move
But get closer
Every time I look
I’m bekoned to peek but I try not to stare
Don’t spend too long cuz you’ll get your fair share
Of the vast
Indescribable
Cherish your loved ones or blow out your brains
Spend time with friends or just do drugs and waste
Cuz your fate
Is still imminent
One day you will not wake up from your sleep
No dreams and no nightmares no pain and no peace
Just some objects
And a body
Tender and timid my limbs try to reach
For something to feel in reality
But my mind
Knows the answer
Melodramatic and too self aware
Sometimes I cannot escape from the fear
I could cry
I could vomit
Rock myself to sleep
Some people pray and some wallow in sin
Still can’t extinguish the thought of the sheer fucking end
Of my likeness
One day you will not wake up from your sleep
No dreams and no nightmares no pain and no peace
Just some objects
And a body
First in
And first out
Inventoried
Six feet under
We’re the last in
So we’ll lay low
The reaper’s audit
Born to fail
From cradle to grave we process why
From womb to tomb we learn the truth
Standard operating procedure
Save yourself cuz survivings the feature
Cradle to grave
From womb to tomb
The only certainty is impending doom
My mind is the master my body’s the slave
Sentient rot in my prison of meat
No pain and no peace
Eternal sleep
No dreams and no nightmares
No pain and no peace
There will be no savior
You wont meet the beast
From the cradle to the grave and out the womb unto the tomb
The only certainty is certainly the all impending doom
I try to kill the thought but in the end it is the thought that’s killing me and keeping life from being what it’s ‘sposed to be
The destination
Ruination
My fixation
Till my days are done
First in
First out
Inventoried
Six feet under
We’re the last in
So we’ll lay low
The reaper’s audit
Born to fail
From cradle to grave we process why
From womb to tomb we learn the truth
Standard operating procedure
Save yourself cuz survivings the feature
credits
from Eat From The Tree,
released August 6, 2021
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The Suburbanists Chicago, Illinois
The original Crust Folk
Established 2012 in Chicago, IL
discography
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Aug 2021 -
Jul 2016 -
May 2014 -
Oct 2013 -
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Dec 2013 -
May 2013