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Nothing Left

from American Dream by Red Die Number Nine

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lyrics

The father, son,
my father’s ghost
Prescribed the drugs now I’m diagnosed
I’m properly medicated, sufficiently I’m sedated
I’m trying to meditate and I’m upping the dose

I’ve got nothing left and I can’t find nothing right
And I can’t stop seeing scary shit whenever I turn out the light
If were any kind of friend I’d tell you it’s not worth your time
And if you were any kind of friend you’d tell me things will turn out fine

First thing in the morning, I check my horoscope
The answer’s always the same man, a big ol cup of nope
Overthinking excuses and reasons ad finitum
The answer’s pretty simple man, I do things ‘cause I like ‘em

I’ve got nothing left and I can’t find nothing right
And I can’t stop seeing scary shit whenever I turn out the light
If were any kind of friend I’d tell you it’s not worth your time
If you were any kind of friend you’d tell me things will turn out fine

I’m climbing down off the shelf
on a search for my mental health
just trying not to lose myself
trying to face the day
It’s not how it used to be
I’m just trying to get used to me
But I know that you’re there for me
And I will find a way

I’ve got nothing left and I can’t find nothing right
And I can’t stop seeing scary shit whenever I turn out the light
If I was any kind of friend I’d tell you it’s not worth your time
If you were any kind of friend you’ll tell me things will turn out fine

I’ve got nothing left
I’ve got nothing left
I’ve got nothing left
But I will find a way

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from American Dream, released November 25, 2022

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Red Die Number Nine Baltimore, Maryland

Combining the raw energy/aggression of hardcore with the rhythm/power of hard rock. It's a rage fueled juggernaut steaming down the rails of chemical imbalance right into yer brain pan. And it rhymes.

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