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Stand Atlantic – doomsday Lyrics

My very own doomsday
Cause i makin something outta nothin

Another fuckin mundane train of thought

Like rocks in a slingshot

I’m in the junkyard
Me and my used parts
I’m buildin new head
And maybe ill drop dead
Like the spiders on my ceiling

It’s my very own doomsday

Got a panic room with a view
Like a tomb with windows that show me bad news

I DONT KNO WHAT TO SAY
I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY
IM TALKIN TO MYSELF ON A DOOMSDAY

SATAN CUT THE BRAKES
SATAN CUT THE BRAKES
IM DROPPIN INTO HELL ON A TUESDAY

TAKE THE HIT
I MIGHT AS WELL LOSE MY HEAD
STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY
I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY
IM TALKIN TO MYSELF ON A DOOMSDAY

Maybe i could tempt fate?
Doin’ anything for serotonin

I tried to take the high road
But i kinda got caught in the tailspin

I’m in the car-park
Live in the dark
Just me and my remarks
Mindlessly pump darts
And be so unappealing

Its one hell of a Tuesday

Everyday it looks like I’m in trouble,
Like makin a deal with the devil of low hangin’ fruit of the bottle,
Irotin the roots of my father and think that ill never get better

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