Seth Patrick, banjo and vocals
David Fuller, recording and mixing
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I Consume
I'm choking on what to say
Next, next
The subject, the verb and then
Some extra text, to impress you
Extra text, to impress you
I don't want to go outside, the dust is still flying
I don't want to go outside, the tide it's still rising
Everyone's still fat and blind, and everybody's dying
I don't want to go outside 'cause I am just like all the rest
Singing
I consume
I consume the world
I consume myself
I burn
I burn up the world
I burn up myself
So blow this shit away
I still smell decay
It's on everything I say
It's on everything I see
It's in you
It's in me
It's in me, it's in me, it's in me
I don't want to go outside, the dust is still flying
I don't want to go outside, the tide it's still rising
Everyone's still fat and blind, and everybody's dying
I don't want to go outside 'cause I am just like all the rest
Singing
I consume
I consume the world
I consume myself
We consume
We consume the world
We consume ourselves
A lightning bolt will have to fall
But it's the last thing this damned heart of mine will call for
A lightning bolt will have to fall
But it's the last thing this damned heart of mine will call for
Maybe the noose will break
Maybe the gallows will give way under its own weight
Maybe I'll free myself
Or maybe I'll just hang
Choking on what to say…
The subject, the verb and then…
By Seth Patrick
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