The Rooms from Dry Drunk by Street Sects

THE ROOMS

I walked out of the meeting
I took the bus downtown
I lash out every time I feel disrespected
But it's just an old excuse
To throw myself under
By the time I finally arrived
I'd made my decision
Everyone on Saint John's Ave
Was glad to see me back

Dig through my pile of lies
Dig through the charred remains
I'll go take out loans on the fucking
Last few things I own
And then I'll lock myself up in a Motel 6
Until I feel it

Chasing it back into rehab
Chasing it into a cell
Gonna trade my crack pipe
For a Blue Book
Circle around, repeat it
Whatever rooms I'm allowed in
I can feel it now
Whatever time I have left
I don't want to be there

• Electronic
• Noise
• Punk
• hardcore
• industrial
• sample-based
• Austin