Frantic

Frantic, burning, screaming all over you
hiding, smiling, keep it in, you need to
using, stealing, trading off special times
there's nothing special about all the fears you hide. all the stupid fears you hide

over compensating into every thing that fits your story of demographic glory. Wake up, you think you already did
milk it, strip it, empty up and out your soul, no no problem, nothing to see and nothing sold.

Words & Music - Calum Macleod
Vocals/ Guitar - Calum Macleod
Drums - Calum Angus Macarthur
Bass - Jamie Gatensby Recorded - 2003