Little Weed

from by Teethmarks



Scratch the years right off your life on the paint that’s flaking on the bars in front of you. It’s a game they’re playing. You’ll be behind forever. Little weed, a couple pills. You’re a monster, baby. Vilified by buried eyes and forced into a slave wage. Still young and getting older.
Felt the trap door slide away from underneath you. A little deeper every day, and it gets so easy to erase yourself. Money in and money out. This is war they’re waging.

Smaller the cage, meaner the rat,
and the rats keep waiting, blacking out their eyes.

They lie here, salivating, growing ill from the inside out. Let them out.


from Survival, track released October 28, 2014
Written & arranged by Teethmarks

Jesse Bennett - Guitar / Vocals / Piano / Feedback
Graham Christian - Vocals
Joe Drebit - Drums
John Wellman - Guitar & Bass / Theremin

Produced by Ian Blurton & Teethmarks
Recorded and mixed by Ian Blurton
Mastered by Audioseige



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