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Adult Crash

from Bad​/​Weird EP by Eager Maniacs

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"I've seen quite a bit of death in my life, by the age of 13 I'd been to more funerals than most of my peers and had an overwhelming fear of death. By the time I reached the age of 22 I'd come to grips with my mortality (and other's too, for the most part) but I had never really been faced with a situation where someone I cared about tried to take their own life (this was about a year before I wrote 'Adult Crash'). Without getting too specific, someone close to me went through a period in their life that was really difficult and they didn't see a point in carrying on. It became painfully apparent that there was not a thing I could do to help fix this person's problems, and I started trying to accept the fact that I might have to attend this person's funeral. In the height of my fear, pain, and confusion I wrote 'Adult Crash', which at it's core is about mortality itself but was written predominantly about the aforementioned situations that my friend was going through.

Luckily my loved one didn't end up succumbing to the looming dread, they're very much so alive and doing a lot better." - Twat

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I'm sorting through the thoughts and grave yard plots that I call memories,
you can smile all you want as long as you don't come near me.
Staring at my wound will not make them heal faster,
My fist's a die cast mold for broken hearts and disaster,
Fold the pain like paper and put a bastard in the drivers seat.
Feel the heat beneath your feet while I regress to sucking teats.
What a treat, you get two people for the price of one.
The things that I've become can't come undone, I promise that this won't be fun.
This war called life cannot be won, don't disagree.
I'm stapling dead leaves and branches to my family tree.
We can both agree that I'm not me today, so please just go away.
I'm seeing things in shades of grey while better men are led astray.
The ashtray tipped over and the tree is sure to follow suit.
Ripping roots, no ripened fruit, my trunk's hollow like a flute.
So tie a noose because I'm diving in and I'm not coming back
until I die a heart attack or pull these knives out of your backs.

Years become a lifetime, watch the minutes as they pass.
But you know we're all headed for that adult crash.
Bloom and die, we all abide, except the fear inside my mind,
I'm watching clocks, they shoplift time, but I'll be damned if they'll get mine.
I sit awake at nighttime and watch the minutes become hours.
My sanity is being devoured by the dirt under the flowers.


I'm a hermit crab that's dressed in plaid and mimicking a yellow lab.
Till I start acting like my dad, let you sit back and pick the scabs.
I grasp the concept that I'm to blame for my 99 problems
I feel bad for me son, because bitchin' never solves em'
Put your CPU on standby, and say bye bye to the bad guy.
Let me be free to live between blue skies and black eyes.
I've seen a lot of fruit flies in this rotten apple where I live
Some say that I've matured so much, then why am I acting like a kid?
Now my broken bones rip through my skin, muscles, and fat,
watchin' memories on TV with a baseball bat, so thanks for that.
Life is an open wound, gouged by chance and swirling cosmic dust.
Some people try to kill themselves; me, I figure what's the rush.
Enough can't be enough unless your bluff is lackin' passion.
I only get one chance to bet, there's no sense putting half in,
This character I portray is just a needle in the hay,
I swear I'd gladly pay you Tuesday for my sanity today.

Years become a lifetime, watch the minutes as they pass.
But you know we're all headed for that adult crash.
Bloom and die, we all abide, except the fear inside my mind,
I'm watching clocks, they shoplift time, but I'll be damned if they'll get mine.
I sit awake at nighttime and watch the minutes become hours.
My sanity is being devoured by the dirt under the flowers.


My grief falls flat and hollow on the ears of grinning strangers,
Unlocking my mind with mushrooms and a coat hanger.
But wait up as I lag behind and lose my mind in time,
and what is time besides another hill to climb before we die?
I'm in two places at once trying to get a single blunt rolled,
I'm merging with the sky, anxious about getting my stunt pulled.
Drops of sweat now seem to dictate when my eyes fixate,
I'm trying to not to scream in a place that I hate.
No I don't really think my temper tantrums get my point across.
and now the point is lost, I'm done carrying this cross.
I figured if it's lost it might stall self serving crucifixions
Reality's a mix of mostly fiction and a little wishful thinking.

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from Bad​/​Weird EP, released July 30, 2011

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