animal crossing, bitter admin Songtext
von Open Palms

This is the sound of growing old and giving in
Let the trumpets beckon these cracked backs
Scratch the itches of our long-termed youth
My glass fingers be damned
I′m too far gone for a line in the sand

I'm not bitter to a fault, just existing in disaster
The world′s turned into a fucking cult, addicted to easy answers
If this is how I turn to a count, a distinct lack of rest
Then declare me counted out, there's nothing in this chest

I can still spit out this ripe venom
It just hurts to get up in the morning
And when I weigh down the Earth
On my Sunday drive to oblivion
Kicking against the pricks with my last good leg


I'm not bitter to a fault, just existing in disaster
The world′s turned into a fucking cult, addicted to easy answers
If this is how I turn to a count, a distinct lack of rest
Then declare me counted out, there′s nothing in this chest

I'll grip and grip until my joints desist
A gentle roar crept through the lips
I′ve never seen such hubris
From a virus with shoes
They're in our halls, they′re in our blood
The world's a gallows I just woke to
Our youth are child soldiers in the culture wars
We′ve lost our hearts to
They're in our halls, they're in our blood
The world′s a gallows I just woke to
And for their sins on our part
We all deserve to swing