Self Us All
by Echo Tongues
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Streaming + DownloadPurchasable with gift card
lyrics
Use your mind
Act normal at all times
Be the first of rewind to define nothing but idle tries
This is your bluff realized
I am the disguise
That wears your eyes
You’ve won the prize
It’s time to die
Wake what’s inside, satanic vibes
Not defined by religious crooks
But by hooks and simple times to cook
With a little weed and some books
This is your nook, rest easy, don’t be shook
Have a look at the only reservation
Made under a name that don’t exist
I’m beyond the stratosphere aiming to you to bliss
Just like a deer in the headlights lost in the mist
You’ve by kissed by the devil
On another level
Critically disheveled
Mystically hello
With the discretion of a saint
You can’t be what you ain’t
You can be what your not
Live your life take a try
Smoke a lot of pot
Before you get got
Shot in the parking lot
Not that you’re barking hot
Just at the wrong place at the wrong time
Now you got the mysteries faking your life
Putting out my best with a lack of interest
In how I digest my success I perceive as a mess
It’s a game of chess to be blessed
With madness at your chest
Holding a sword straight to your neck
It’s like check one two is this really you
I do prove to be something other than me too
but what is me but a condom on my soul
Playing it safe, it’s protection, but it’s dull
I’m so full of shit I can’t handle it
But I’m fine living life as a pedestrian
Keep my head down dead deep in the dirt
God made dirt so the shit won’t hurt
Don’t be like Kurt
God rest his soul
Bless Nirvana in full
Buddhist shit is out of control
But you gotta eat the casserole
I thought the song was done
I’m a dope
It’s time to rope another rhyme
Eat another mind
Sacrifice your life
Inside but not out
Keep your body a temple
Or the devil kicks you down
This is the ghost town
Rewound to be found
But not drowned in the sound
Keeping it purer than a motherfucking parent
It’s apparent that I’m not disappearin
It’s gotta be said
Nothing feels wrong with wakin up dead
Write it all down for the feds
A twin peaks head
Within the shed
What’s in the wash
Where’s my shirt
I’m about to bring a world of hurt
Act normal at all times
Be the first of rewind to define nothing but idle tries
This is your bluff realized
I am the disguise
That wears your eyes
You’ve won the prize
It’s time to die
Wake what’s inside, satanic vibes
Not defined by religious crooks
But by hooks and simple times to cook
With a little weed and some books
This is your nook, rest easy, don’t be shook
Have a look at the only reservation
Made under a name that don’t exist
I’m beyond the stratosphere aiming to you to bliss
Just like a deer in the headlights lost in the mist
You’ve by kissed by the devil
On another level
Critically disheveled
Mystically hello
With the discretion of a saint
You can’t be what you ain’t
You can be what your not
Live your life take a try
Smoke a lot of pot
Before you get got
Shot in the parking lot
Not that you’re barking hot
Just at the wrong place at the wrong time
Now you got the mysteries faking your life
Putting out my best with a lack of interest
In how I digest my success I perceive as a mess
It’s a game of chess to be blessed
With madness at your chest
Holding a sword straight to your neck
It’s like check one two is this really you
I do prove to be something other than me too
but what is me but a condom on my soul
Playing it safe, it’s protection, but it’s dull
I’m so full of shit I can’t handle it
But I’m fine living life as a pedestrian
Keep my head down dead deep in the dirt
God made dirt so the shit won’t hurt
Don’t be like Kurt
God rest his soul
Bless Nirvana in full
Buddhist shit is out of control
But you gotta eat the casserole
I thought the song was done
I’m a dope
It’s time to rope another rhyme
Eat another mind
Sacrifice your life
Inside but not out
Keep your body a temple
Or the devil kicks you down
This is the ghost town
Rewound to be found
But not drowned in the sound
Keeping it purer than a motherfucking parent
It’s apparent that I’m not disappearin
It’s gotta be said
Nothing feels wrong with wakin up dead
Write it all down for the feds
A twin peaks head
Within the shed
What’s in the wash
Where’s my shirt
I’m about to bring a world of hurt
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released November 20, 2023
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Echo Tongues Seattle, Washington
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