Routinely Concussed

We get routinely concussed in this world So many acts that defy all logic Painful memories pulled from healing wounds No time to heal before the next assault In as many words as you can muster Tell me everything that makes you want to jump From this world to the next And I’ll remind you of something to keep you here We get routinely concussed in this world Witness betrayals to the inner self Taking liberties to maintain the status quo No room to breathe with all this entertainment In as many words as you can muster Tell me everything that makes you want to jump From this world to the next And I’ll remind you of something to keep you here In as many words as you can muster Tell me everything that makes you want to jump From this world to the next And I’ll remind you of something to keep you here Remind you to keep you here Tell me everything that makes you want to jump Tell me everything Remind you of something We get routinely concussed in this world Wearing our personas like a gown Stealing from ourselves in order to feel comfort Pull the mirror from the wall to avoid it all In as many words as you can muster Tell me everything that makes you want to jump From this world to the next And I’ll remind you of something to keep you here Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar John Makarewicz - Drums Carl Cunningham - Bass Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals