Stimulated Songtext
von Emery

Camo cargo pants from the Gap
Vans and socks with fat cats on them
I haven′t left my house in two weeks

I gotta get out, I gotta get out
And see if I'm still human
I′m gonna freak out if I'm still human
I'm gonna freak out, I′m gonna freak out
I′m gonna freak out, I'm gonna freak out
I′m gonna freak out

Let me catch my breath in this cold naked
Or maybe the death
How to say this?


My dad never once bought sushi
Papa John's was his go-to
My friends always make fun of me
I′d sell my soul for fast food
I'm not American, I′m not a citizen
Still I believe in what you're preaching
I'm a human and I can prove it
It′s been a minute, restoration
Whoo!

A plastic world full of lights and sound
But I′m laying here, can't get up off the ground
In this cell
What? Okay

Words are such a terrible tool
Silence speaks the heart reflect
I know I am more than just the hate I interpret
Life is short, let′s celebrate
Fuck all the reminders
It's exhausting these days to have purpose for you