High Tide (Demo)

Just like that I'm over it
This artificial high tide bullshit
And you know, it's so sobering
How everything is safer when you pull the pit

But I got my grip on the devil's horns
In a pistol-whip to the doctor's orders
I'll take mine, you can take what's yours
I'll be fine, I'll be good for sure

Just like that I'm over it
This artificial high tide bullshit
And you know, it's so sobering
How everything is safer when you pull the pit

And just like that I'm full of shit
I'm waiting for the Sun and you're holding it (oh, wait)
I'm so counterfeit
I'm waiting for the day I snap out of it (okay)