The Rind Lyrics

Powder my palm to face the music

Plow through the harm of what makes you sick

Tired of waiting, of anticipating

The next big thing, oh it's gonna be so fucking real this time

Sour tasting, outta juice

A little bit in my mouth, a lot of use

Bleed it dry, 'cause there's nothing better

Hold onto that last bite and make it last forever

I'm down to the rind

Chewing up my time

Out of ideas

And out of my mind

I got a little gripe

With the things they say

With the way

I'm taught to portray

You're from the north

You play post punk

Real original

I definitely give a fuck

Mirrors are mirrors are mirrors

Stuck in my eyes all day, all day, all day, all day

Sour tasting, outta tricks

Playing the same old licks

I'm in the biz

When I open my eyes I am burned by the citrus

The motherfucking citrus

I'm down to the rind

Chewing up my time

Out of ideas

Out of my mind

I got a little gripe

With the things they say

With the only way

They communicate

I'm down in the grind

Doing the mime

The charade

I'm told to portray

I got a lot of ideas

That I'll push aside

If you've got a fresh piece

Then open wide