Dunsel lyrics

And when the underworld's
Best kept secret
Saw its own reflection
I knew things had finally changed
For better or worse
Whatever as always

Midlife fires start to burn
And burned down our one protection
I won't take pictures from their frame
Whatever as always

With their hands that sold me everything
Slapped a price tag on my chest

Bit my tongue and shut my mouth
Tried to blend in with the rest
But I'm a square peg
I'm a sore thumb

And it seems to me this apathy
Kills the life in artistry
Ankle deep in industry

All these songs sound so damn good
Even if their meaning's hollow
Hollow words dry out your mouth
And you might find it hard to swallow all the sh*t
That we keep feeding to keep ourselves and you believing
That no money can change us then a door opens up and some devil persuades us
The songs we sung when we were just young
Have all but lost their meaning
But there's still a few things
Still a few things
Still a few things
That we keep on believing
Still a few things
There's still a few things
That we keep on believing

sh*tty music just ain't worth making
Smiles and thank-yous just ain't worth faking
Some as*h*les' hands just ain't worth shaking
And if it ain't broken, we need to break it
There's no such thing as unconditional
Though contracts bind you in the end
Make no mistake, this is a killing ground
Blood-hungry and camouflaged as friends
Select 'yes'
At the end of this mess
If you get there and it's your only f*cking 'option' left

These days I don't know
The people I'm supposed to trust
And I don't trust these people
That I'm supposed to know
The handlebars on my dreams slowly start to rust
They'll take everything and somehow you still owe
As the cocaine cowboys finally get their wings
And sell them all for blow
These days I don't know these people that I'm supposed to trust
And I don't trust these motherf*ckers that I'm supposed to know
The handlebars on all my dreams, they slowly start to rust
The cocaine cowboys finally get their wings too
Now they sell them all for blow
They finally get their wings too
Now they sell them all for blow
I make music for myself, not for hat tips from the upper-tier and their undeserved wealth
Here's to their failing f*cking health

I don't mean this in a hateful way, but when the people you love start walking away
The walls get tighter each and every day
Take your last bite before it crumbles away
And there's something inside me I just have to say
Love nothing
Trust no one
Just live for the motherf*cking day