Cigarillos Lyrics

Hey! Do you ever get tired of the

LEDs in front of your eyes

Foolish wisdoms and incantations

We tell ourselves such lies

Constant hum, the ceiling delivers

Your brainwaves deny

The damage it's done to your young ones

And the diseases in the flies

If the therapy isn't working

It's beginning to seem

The real problem is me

Aren't you sick?

Of the bullshit?

That you put in your stomach?

Did you ever, ever consider?

Making a small change?

Can we introduce some magic juice or maybe a 12 gauge??

Am I depressed cause I hate my job or

Do I hate it because I'm depressed

This constant feeling makes me

Consider smoking cigarettes

I've begged, I've loved

Fumes begin to flood

The chemicals deep in my lungs

Light up when you're low

Fine cigarillos

The ashes burning on my tongue

Drown alone

In my cologne

The filter is too hot for me

The toxins rush

Poison paint brush

Let my body rot in peace