Catalog Lyrics

Hearing all this chatter

Your teeth are chipping for your drama that just don't matter

Say you work hard for an output that really just don't flatter

For each line of yours you know that I've written whole chapters

You're stuck on your grammar

Give a fuck what you're sipping

I drink harder then you're living

You think you're competing

My hangover bigger than the catalog you're sitting

I'm just warming up

Do it for the craft, make an art of letting blood

Discography my therapy, that's how I grew up

I've dropped my lies and my walls with the tears that I've cried

You're another one that is hopelessly lost in my eyes

I spy another one that is loving wasting my time

The self obsessed, know fuck about a dead line

I swallow that gore

From gnawing my tongue, but I spit it out can't take any more

Through a clenched jaw, finally speak, not gonna like what's in store

Watch my words drip from a cracked maw grinning with my teeth bloody

Want to stain them with yours

Blinking, disbelief

What the fuck are you thinking?

Stop speaking on this shit

Until you get releasing

What's that? EP number three

Each beat made by me

Hearing no conceit

At least, you can see

Each time

that I breathe

I release

It's a need

Yeah, proving I'm learning by doing

Get my hands dirty, get a shoe in

Keep the pedal pressed, and I keep moving

Hope these steps in the right direction

Each release, minor correction

Another trip, another learnt lesson

Answer questions with this self obsession

End to the series seems fitting

Off my chest how I've been feeling

Never listen back, always itching

Another session, AND composition

Blinking, disbelief

What the fuck are you thinking?

Stop speaking on this shit

Until you get releasing