Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Placebo FX, artist - Ecid. Date of issue: 11.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fill In the Breaks
Song language: English
Placebo FX |
| Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away |
| Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away |
| I’ve been making new shit with my friends |
| Dissociating from contemporary trends |
| What’s the point in trying to be like them |
| Im just trying to be like you and domesticate my lens |
| I don’t bow to a deity or king |
| Im a common criminal that never learned how to sing |
| Cut and paste my dreams so they’re perfectly in sync |
| Im a happy workaholic I should probably see a shrink |
| Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay… |
| Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay… |
| Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away |
| Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away |
| Im in the market for placebo effects |
| And the best divine intervention this side of Mississippi |
| I’ll trade the cheat codes to my soul and my city |
| Been stuck inside my own head so long I need to quit me |
| I talk to myself in public when I need legal advice |
| And an escape from blabber mouthes that I don’t even like |
| Still trying to find a way to hide my darkest secrets |
| Grooming my unibrow so nobody can see it |
| We’ve all been bullied by the box they ship us in |
| Hearts hanging heavy from a collective chagrin |
| Im pathologically creative cuz I have to be |
| Feeling misunderstood just comes naturally |
| Im in the market for placebo effects |
| And the best divine intervention this side of Mississippi |
| I’ll trade the cheat codes to my soul and my city |
| Been stuck inside my own head so long I need to quit me |
| Love will always be a hot commodity |
| No amount of hate can kill kindred camaraderie |
| Church burning racists deserve to rot alone in isolation |
| And never get to feel true bliss or loving embraces |
| This is the united state of Comcast |
| For the right amount of resources we will bomb back |
| We live die like it’s an eye for eye contact |
| Where blind the blind by contract |
| So distracted by the gadgets attached to our mitts |
| We spill coffee on our kicks then blame the establishment |
| I try to block out the psycho babble hoping I forget |
| Cuz no amount of weed can clean the memories from my head |
| But it’s okay, I’ve been existing as a ghost |
| Limiting my needs to self deprecating jokes |
| So stay sharp, they’ll put a pipeline through your heart |
| And post date the check til the day of your death… |
| I’m in the market for placebo effects |
| And the best divine intervention this side of Mississippi |
| I’ll trade the cheat codes to my soul and my city |
| Been stuck inside my own head so long I need to quit me |
| Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay… |
| Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay… |
| Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay… |
| Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay… |