Sundara Karma - Kill Me

God is my co-pilot,
We like to watch violence,
Drunk at the steering wheel,
While I pop a pill,
Antidepressants,
My quick convalescence,
From a lost adolescence,
I’ve become co-dependent,
You seem awfully impressive,
Dare I say you’re progressive,
Wanna come back to my place,
And I’ll prove I’m a real mess,
Hypocritical, obsessed,
Drowning in distress,
Probably driving a Prius,
Hoping no one will see us,

Kill me kill the sound,
It starts as something funny,
Then it all falls down,
I was born in December,
A choice I wasn’t allowed,
Woke from a dream,
In a bed buried underground,

Is this real?
Is this real?
Is this real?

I did too much yoga,
Had a psychotic moment,
So I went to the MOMA,
Just to be left alone,
Then I was sent to the doctor,
Before I fled to India,
In pursuit of the moment,
One thing that I’ve figured,
Grass is always greener,
That can make you meaner,
Even give you bulimia,
And the bullies will tease ya,
That’s cause they also suffer,
Everybody suffers,
Put it on a t-shirt,
Cause we’ve all got amnesia,

Kill me kill the sound,
It starts as something funny,
Then it all falls down,
I was born in December,
A choice I wasn’t allowed,
Woke from a dream,
In a bed buried underground,

I’m waking up at night,
Cause you’re calling me,
Through the thin formaldehyde,
Waiting patiently,
And I’m drifting out of control,
In a distant dream,
Where you’re killing me,

Kill me kill the sound,
It starts as something funny,
Then it all falls down,
I was born in December,
A choice I wasn’t allowed,
Woke from a dream,
In a bed buried underground

Written by:
Adam Crisp, Oscar Pollock

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sentric Music

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