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Peter Pan Complex

from Bad​/​Weird EP by Eager Maniacs

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"Peter Pan Complex is also about mortality but in a different light, it's kind of an 'Adult Crash part 2' if you will. In this song I'm examining my own fear of death, and in a lot of ways chronicling the existential crisis I went through around the time of writing this EP. I have OCD and was going through a particularly rough patch with my symptoms which manifested in a nearly constant state of anxiety regarding my lack of faith and my understanding that I have no control over the way our Universe works. I eventually became very comfortable with these epiphanies and accepted them, but for a while I was certain that I was losing my mind." - Twat

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Honestly I'm envious of these waxed linoleum floors,
Cause they get walked all over too but they're able to endure.
I know for sure I'm not the man who's save's the world,
I'm also convinced that there's a time bomb in this pearl.
Just like a squirrel I gather trinkets before the blizzard.
Nuts as fuck, my time is up, I'm grinding acorns with my gizzard.
Impressed by not much often enough to call God's bluff,
I tell him to tuck his tail, he says I've just got bad luck.
What the fuck? I guess I wasn't cut out for this charade.
A serenade of earthquakes while I continue this parade.
Telling myself to be enraged by the facade, we're all involved,
But I'm getting better at improv, and the more that I evolve
the more I feel like I'm part of these people from this pod.
My brain's accustomed to being odd, I'm a twisted lightning rod.
Playing with Lincoln logs has never sounded so good.
Deep sleep is something I can't achieve, I'd rather be sawing wood.

I saw the good inside my heart but it made me feel so morose.
'cause nobody understands this, whether or not I hold them close
They'll propose a toast to better days and shoot me an awkward gaze.
Can't they see the more they give me praise the harder I'll push 'em away.
So what am I to say? It's not you, it's me, why can't you see?
I'm repeating the same tired lines every girl has ever said to me,
But I digress, I can't digest this contest.


They're obsessed with conquest, No heart beating in their chest.
While I'm dripping sweat to get respect, reppin' midwest.
I've got free will, and my spirits are distilled
So I get ill to fill the void for wack emcees who lack the skill.
You're on that macho tip, I'm eating chips in nacho dip,
and not impressed by shit talk, so wash yo lips.
I got a grip upon this mic and I'm prone to having' meltdowns.
By the end you'll yelp loud, so you should just get help now
I'm hell bound, but I'll be damned if I get labeled a beatnik
Watch my Douglas Adams apple bobble to the beat kid.
Hip hop's a farce democracy, but that doesn't mean squat to me.
My self abuse is a form of reverse psychology.
I pour cold coffee in the cup, toss it in the microwave,
and write away, the blight I sprays made out lemons that life gave.
Never dig a grave, death not an option
You got your answer, here's a hammer, take me out of this coffin.

I saw the darkness in my soul, it made me feel great.
'Cause nobody's to be trusted in a life reserved for hate.
They concentrate so hard on smiling that they keel over,
While I'm drinking coffee and smoking pot 'til I feel sober.
Life's lack of closure has short circuiting my brain
Reliving my childhood in vain, attempting to be sane.
But never the less, this pain in my chest does the rest.

I'll pass on the message, I'm scared of death, What the heck?
I mean what the hell? I'm doing swell, but I think it's time to jet.
I gotta leave because I got a sleeve with no tricks,
I'm told I act like a bloated old dick with no wit.
Ahhh shit eating grin don't fail me now'a'days,
I was a skeptic at a young age, I never learned how to pray.
I'm not saying I've denounced religion, cause that's a given,
it's just so hard to think straight when I'm constantly living.
It's too painful and humorous, most fun things are cancerous,
Us geniuses are stuck trying to find out what the answer is,
But what's the question? Cause I think I missed that part.
If the questions the dissection of everything, the answer is art.
Aint I smart? I just got one of those faces you can trust
If I'm lying my feet are walking on a planet of water and dust...
Oh wait, I think I just gave away the punchline,
In this world time flies, it's just too bad that we don't have much time

We're all water and dust running out of time. We're running out of time.

It's a funny thing, walking on a ball of water and dust, not sure who you can trust.
But if you take the time to touch this place I swear you'll cry enough's enough.
The sights I've seen begin to fold the piece of paper my thoughts came to me on like origami,
You know I'm sorry, but I've got no answers, these songs are just a child crying for his mommy.
Crying for my mommy.

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

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