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Pressure
02:14
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I was born without a voice
I was told I had no choice
And my mind was always made up
Because I always gave up
Get in line, single file
Bite your tongue, try not to hold back a smile
Is this how we're supposed to be?
a product of a family tree
I always tell myself not to just give in
I contradict everything that I've wanted
But it seems too easy to keep the hand feeding me
Day after day
I keep complaining and I'll still be waiting
I can't take credit for something I read and
Recited for my own wealth and recognition
I try too hard to be somebody else's
The feeling suffocates
It helps the pressure build
I'm running out of time, I can't sit still
Don't cross your boundaries ideals have found me
To become just another statistic
Consciously accepting, willingly neglecting
Everything I try to give up
I'm a loser, I'm fucking scum
I get off on having no fun
Give me love, give me abuse
Do I have the right to choose?
The feeling suffocates
It helps the pressure build
I'm running out of time, I can't sit still
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It
01:10
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They think for you
They speak for you
Just try and think for yourself?
A self righteous crusader
Starts a self righteous crusade
Still speaking?
Cause I'm not listening while you think these empty words have meaning
Recycled thoughts and a paper heart that you wear so proudly on your sleeve
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Introversion
01:31
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Don't be so quick to identify me with everything that you see
Its crippling my self esteem
I'm not a hero, I'm not anything
I'm only here to entertain an idea
this is not who I am
or what you think I'm supposed to be
I can only admit that you're wrong
I can only stand when I stand on my own
Am i really so blind? stuck on the outside
I'm done explaining, my words will only be left behind
Don't even think for a minute that I'm asking to be
A part of your collection
So you can save the attention you're giving me
If I'm not there, I know that I'm not welcome
So i'm on my own
just where i belong
And I've been holding on to my last line
I keep telling myself that I'm alright
So feed me sympathy, so I can stop my begging
I'm falling over, there's nothing left for me to prove
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Ronald Raygun Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Formed in the spring of '88, Ronald Raygun started out as a roller derby team, training to compete in the Philadelphia Area roller derby scene. As the team continuously failed to place in any competition, the group instead decided to pick up musical instruments. Heavily inspired by the synth pop of the 80s and the stand up of Bob Saget, the band has finally released it's opus. ... more
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