You once told me
I’m not right with god
Looking down I feel my
Insides are being robbed
Blacklist my timid flaws
Make some sport of tragedy
Cheer with cynical applause
Scrape my ears with your claws
So gallant you declare
I’m the one should be ashamed
Label me with the price I’m worth
Not so fast, you’re fucking trash
The rate of my descent
Is measured by the reasons
I can’t quit
Quit
I’m so abused by
Myself why bother try
Put something inside of me
To tell me how I’m supposed to feel
Take that something away from me
Watch my nerves begin to kneel
With life I shy away
Lie awake and pick away
At the bleeding open sores
I don’t wanna breathe no more
Drilled a hole inside my head
To find some validation
Rushing down
At varying rates of velocity
It’s been sweet
But I can’t quit
Rushing down
At varying rates of velocity
It’s been sweet
But I can’t
Rushing down
At varying rates of velocity
It’s been sweet
But I can’t
Quit
Rates of Velocity (1995) captures the unstable emotional atmosphere at the center of Mouse House Hotel, blending distorted textures, fragmented melodies, and vulnerable vocal delivery into a track that feels simultaneously nostalgic and emotionally disoriented.
—Pigeon Opinion
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