The Bitters Lyrics

Broad brush painter overstuffed folder
You've got it labeled enemies I need to crush
It's a bit much

Big umbrella everyone sits under
Make it a target while you prime missiles for launch
Alright that's enough

Wishing failure on a stranger
Eating shit until you choke
Even parasites have the foresight
Not to kill their hosts

Cold touch handshake you've got a hang up
You can't seem to break
I'll just wait

Green eyes chapped ass curled lip you hiss
The same bullshit list of tired complaints
It's getting late

Bedtime for jealous assholes

Wishing failure on a stranger
Eating shit until you choke
Even parasites have the foresight
Not to kill their hosts

Staring through fogged windows
And calling it a microscope
It's not healthy it's just control
Picking through each other's trash
Gnawing at each other's bones
It's not righteous it's just control

Wishing failure on a stranger
And getting what you want
Wishing failure on a stranger
But you're still who you are