Under My Belt-The Broadways

[ti:Under My Belt] [ar:The Broadways] [al:Broken Vans] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Under My Belt - The Broadways [00:18.23]Count these days feel like I ran a marathon [00:21.54]More like a cigarette a thon one three month day [00:25.32]Six more lanes so much concrete seems irrational [00:28.83]I've never felt more unnatural [00:30.89]I watch exhaust blow [00:32.41]I see that your dead behind your eyes [00:35.16] [00:35.74]All this convenience could never fill the hole that I've dug inside [00:39.23] [00:40.20]Real things seem hard to find [00:41.84] [00:48.23]Armed to the teeth [00:49.63]Lets kill off every animal be the only species not extinct [00:53.15]Then well have a feast [00:54.45] [00:55.44]People seem so strange it's like they've all been zombified [00:58.71]Blurred street lights fill my crying eyes [01:02.58]I grew some food from the ground [01:05.55]One thing that made sense in this world [01:07.67]That seems so f**king upside down [01:09.26] [01:09.77]Washed away this winders reoccuring theme [01:12.54] [01:14.50]Of feeling [01:15.46] [01:17.55]Lost and incomplete [01:22.63] [01:41.13]Another winters under my belt [01:44.25] [01:47.86]Strip malls they buried corn fields [01:50.90]Alcohol is burying me cut me off while my hearts still beating [01:57.10] [01:58.07]All these stupid games with their fancy names [02:01.01] [02:01.78]They'll never make you free [02:04.16] [02:04.70]They'll make you numb [02:06.28] [02:07.84]They don't mean anything