Lyrics PuffHost - Tragedy of the Week
Who do you call when the murderer wears a badge?
Do you feel small when the problem’s bigger than you are?
It must be hard when you feel like you don’t have a voice at all
I’m screaming with you now
Sick of the self-righteous shit like it’s a charity
It’s not, what it is -- another tragedy of the week
But what can you give when you
Don’t wanna give up anything at all
And you still want credit anyway
Everything is twisted ,morphing
Into a sadistic world
A balance of the pleasure and the pain
I don’t know if I’ll ever wake up
Everyone I know and love
Is turning into something
I don’t understand
I thought I knew
but now I’m all alone
and I could use a hug
Going down a rabbit hole
And digging my way out of all
The negative attention
I've been paying to myself
I gotta change that
I wanna make a difference
But I don’t know if my vision is enough
Am I legitimate enough?
Hey this is the voice inside your head
I’m here tell you things that you forget
Look at all these choices
The world is filled with choices
None of them will ever love you back
They’re not even real
They’re made in factories
They fabricate the toys there
And play us all like board games
Down on myself again
Doubting myself again
I don’t believe I can do anything on my own
I’m inadequate
Living in tragedy
The whole world is mad at me
I can see how I could endlessly
Make up a grocery list
Of the ways it feels meaningless
Looting my humanness
And now you're abusing me
Give it a week or two
I’ll be old news again
Then you can use me all over
I’m new again
Yeah I am new again
Fuck you, I'm new again