Gaslighter Lyrics

Tummy tuck scars, free-based Xanax bars

Lungs filled with tar, everyday's a fresh start

Said Sisyphus driving his car, not getting very far

Filled fumes and cards, child-labored clear crystal shards

Happy that I'm mad, angry that I'm sad

Empty as my hands reaching to change the plan

But nothing seems to change with notepads or to be a nomad

In bad, barren lands striped like Wanted Ads

I'm disoriented of my comfort chair

And my friends in the West don't seem to care

Diamonds, gravel, carpets, coal

Sugar, amber, rice, gold

Yerba mate, garment, bricks

Coffee, beans, electronics

Salt, rubber, granite, rubies

Sand, pepper, peanut, sesame

Jade, incensed, porn, tobacco

Tea, onions, corn, cocoa

Tin, glass, silverware

Nothing's good anywhere

Soccer balls, fireworks

Drying hair with cotton shirts

Deep Ecology pain

All for profitable gain

No nothing's okay, I want to walk away

I want to walk away

Do you feel the lunar changlings from far away

Or do you gaslight yourself with justified intake