Bloodtype - Dropout EP

Bloodtype
Dropout EP
2010
as seen on Art4Punks

Dropout
Sold all your records
Now walk away
Don't go to shows
Your friends don't play

Drop the fuck out
Drop the fuck out

You're talking shit
On everyone else
Your last four bands
Have fucking sucked

Drop the fuck out
Drop the fuck out

Drop Out
Drop Out
You say that the scene dropped out of you
Trend jumping asshole, you're not fooling me

Drop Out

Not Here To Make Friends
Fuck you suck-ass piece of shit
Step over everyone to get ahead
All that matters is who you know
You build up others to take the fall

Not here to make friends
Don't care what you think
Not here to make friends
I'll be here till the end

Won't lower myself to be like you
I don't talk shit, I speak the truth
Middle of the road, you stand for nothing
You bottom feeding opportunist

Not here to make friends
Don't care what you think
Not here to make friends
I'll be here till the end

You blame me for all of your problems
So point your finger and say I'm the villain
Maybe I'll think about your feelings next time ...

Hypocrite
Where do you think your drugs come from?

Not from your friends
Or your collective
Your vices come from the worst of the worst
You're funding terrorists just to get high

The things you say
Differs from
The things you do
There's no excuse

You're boycotting this
You're boycotting that
Your complaints are so loud, but your actions fall silent
Take a look at yourself before you start judging others

The things you say
Differs from
The things you do
There's no excuse

Anti-Social
Social interaction is not for me
Fuck responsibilities, I'd rather not leave
Can't cope with the pressure of daily life
Feel I'm not welcomed anywhere

These four walls keep me safe from the outside world
Everything I need is in this cell
These four walls keep me safe from the outside world
The thought of being like you makes me sick

Out of step with the world
So I'm taking myself out
Don't you fucking talk to me
Leave me alone

Welcome To Hell
They've always told you to be a good boy
Go to college and get good grades
They don't tell you there's nothing there for you
You're left on your own to fend for yourself
Four years wasted, it's all a fucking scam
You're inexperienced and loaded down with debt
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Living with my parents, lucky to be employed

Vultures
Parasites
Every day of your fucking life

Drive to the same place every fucking day
Get the same paycheck every fucking week
Want a raise? Better find a new job
It's not in the budget, you're lucky you're still here
Get in on the ground floor to work your way up
Company folds after just 2 years
Victim of job cuts, you're back at square one
It's not getting better, it's only getting worse

Vultures
Parasites
Every day of your fucking life

Welcome to hell

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Recorded / Mastered @ Permanent Hearing Damage by Steve Roche
Layout / Design by BleedingEdges.net
Cover illustration by Scott Bentz
B-Side label illustration by Jay Jacoby
Photo by Colie Vazquez

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