I guess I don’t need a fucking therapist
when I'm goddamn sure
I know exactly what’s wrong
it’s my brain, it’s my eyes
it's the whole fucking world
that I see so much
until I can’t see at all
Flashback about ten fucking years
when the clouds crept in
and the sun turned grey
and the energy was gone
like the charger was lost
and now my memory’s jogged
I know exactly what changed
The modern albatross
invited inside now it’s never gonna leave
these devices got designs on us
Discarding all the things we love
just so we can keep up
with the ones we despise
“If you’re unhappy
you can throw it all away”
is what you say
but you know that it’s not that easy,
when your nights have been as lonely
as an astronaut in orbit looking down
on us and the whole damn world
I guess it’s not as big
as we made it out to be
That statement’s so depressing to me
With lyrics that move from poignant accounts of violence and inequality, to empowering anthems of self-determination and self-worth, Royal Brat’s debut is raw power. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 28, 2018