Back to Top

Polar Extremes - Stress Lyrics



Polar Extremes - Stress Lyrics




20mgs Clonazepam, another 5 of Ativan
Try to psychoanalyse him
Tell him he's a good man
Insert him with a new program
Tell him he can hear the hands
3 hands clapping
3 hands clapping

Neighbours and unruly dogs (Scribble in a daze)
Think about a second job (Must learn human ways)
There's gold if you dig long enough (Scrawled in my 'to do')
If you dig long enough for (On Tuesday sometime)
Traffic jams up to your drive
Sardine space, goldfish lives
Don't forget
Don't forget

Vacant lots and shops to let (Under-utilized)
The shrill sound of a TV set spews (Feeling butterflies)
Human interest broadcast cries of (Tearing up the sky)
12 steps to an easy life (Somewhere close by)
Send a cheque for more advice
Ten easy payments - free steak knives
Don't miss out
Don't miss out

Down the hallway, floorboards are creaking (I... Feel...)
Tipping toes entertain no thoughts of sleeping (Too... Real...)
The universal gesture of something creepy (Can't... Deal...)
It's coming... (With Stress...)
Got the envelope stamped, sealed, the lot (I... Feel...)
You can wait for the bad news by the box (Too... Real...)
It's in the post - you can bet it won't get lost (Can't... Deal...)
It's coming... (With Stress...)
It's coming

Something evil trickles down
Your hands are sweaty; teeth all ground
Empty blue sky; sodden ground
Big black boots trample down
Windy indications right
To re-ignite your fight or flight
And your sixth sense
Your sick cents

Same brain on a different day (Conscious more and more)
Some drugs work, some drugs play (The grinding of my jaw)
It's been raining cats and dogs (Kick life and love and law)
I'm barking mad, but moving on (Down there)
I can hear your mouth a flapping
All the things you say come back
To haunt you
To haunt you

Such an antiquated word (Running short on breath)
Dressed up in some modern terms (Give me a cigarette)
For a concept so absurd (Say yes to all the rest)
Disseminated and rote-learned (But stress)
All these theories of ill health
Designed to desecrate the self
Gotta keep breathing
Just keep breathing

Down the hallway, floorboards are creaking (I... Feel...)
Tipping toes entertain no thoughts of sleeping (Too... Real...)
The universal gesture of something creepy (Can't... Deal...)
It's coming... (With Stress...)
Got the envelope stamped, sealed, the lot (I... Feel...)
You can wait for the bad news by the box (Too... Real...)
It's in the post - you can bet it won't get lost (Can't... Deal...)
It's coming... (With Stress...)
It's coming
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




20mgs Clonazepam, another 5 of Ativan
Try to psychoanalyse him
Tell him he's a good man
Insert him with a new program
Tell him he can hear the hands
3 hands clapping
3 hands clapping

Neighbours and unruly dogs (Scribble in a daze)
Think about a second job (Must learn human ways)
There's gold if you dig long enough (Scrawled in my 'to do')
If you dig long enough for (On Tuesday sometime)
Traffic jams up to your drive
Sardine space, goldfish lives
Don't forget
Don't forget

Vacant lots and shops to let (Under-utilized)
The shrill sound of a TV set spews (Feeling butterflies)
Human interest broadcast cries of (Tearing up the sky)
12 steps to an easy life (Somewhere close by)
Send a cheque for more advice
Ten easy payments - free steak knives
Don't miss out
Don't miss out

Down the hallway, floorboards are creaking (I... Feel...)
Tipping toes entertain no thoughts of sleeping (Too... Real...)
The universal gesture of something creepy (Can't... Deal...)
It's coming... (With Stress...)
Got the envelope stamped, sealed, the lot (I... Feel...)
You can wait for the bad news by the box (Too... Real...)
It's in the post - you can bet it won't get lost (Can't... Deal...)
It's coming... (With Stress...)
It's coming

Something evil trickles down
Your hands are sweaty; teeth all ground
Empty blue sky; sodden ground
Big black boots trample down
Windy indications right
To re-ignite your fight or flight
And your sixth sense
Your sick cents

Same brain on a different day (Conscious more and more)
Some drugs work, some drugs play (The grinding of my jaw)
It's been raining cats and dogs (Kick life and love and law)
I'm barking mad, but moving on (Down there)
I can hear your mouth a flapping
All the things you say come back
To haunt you
To haunt you

Such an antiquated word (Running short on breath)
Dressed up in some modern terms (Give me a cigarette)
For a concept so absurd (Say yes to all the rest)
Disseminated and rote-learned (But stress)
All these theories of ill health
Designed to desecrate the self
Gotta keep breathing
Just keep breathing

Down the hallway, floorboards are creaking (I... Feel...)
Tipping toes entertain no thoughts of sleeping (Too... Real...)
The universal gesture of something creepy (Can't... Deal...)
It's coming... (With Stress...)
Got the envelope stamped, sealed, the lot (I... Feel...)
You can wait for the bad news by the box (Too... Real...)
It's in the post - you can bet it won't get lost (Can't... Deal...)
It's coming... (With Stress...)
It's coming
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Polar Extremes, Adrian Mackenzie, Anthony Roeven
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




Polar Extremes - Stress Video
(Show video at the top of the page)

Tags:
No tags yet