A rousing post-punk banger, replete with a crushing mix of gnarly guitars layered over an assertive bassline and the kind of explosive, foot-stomping percussion that really gets the blood pumping.
Lyrics
All my friends are just pretend
Nothing more than spreadsheets
All my friends won’t let me send
Another point of view
Stumbling down the rabbit hole
Chasing the feeling and all I want is more
Yeah Yeah
Drug My Soul
Yeah Yeah
Fill In the Hole
Drug My Soul
Drug Drug My Soul
Abstract theories are the crutch
Action keeps me grounded
My belief is not enough
Theories wasting time
I’m always right and your wrong
You have the truth and you let me tag along
Yeah Yeah
Drug My Soul
Yea look at look at me yeah
Yea Yeah
Drug My Soul
Yeah Yeah
Drug My Soul
Yea look at look at me yeah
Yeah
Fill in the hole
Drug My Soul
Holding hand and smiling faces
Photographs of pretty places
In the end it’s hard to hide
Who the real person is inside