Casper Skulls - Lingua Franca lyrics

The banquet of mopes Sing praises of how you are Double the dues that I owe And I’ll buy the next round I feel your cut touch my nerves But you’re falling apart from what I’ve heard Bereft of any desire I’d rather a hunter, sleep or starve Your charity is so ungrateful The pain won’t break the day Sharpen all your instincts That make me feel that way Under the cold tap of facts Equal them up to the day I’ve had You say I gotta relax It’s that simple, I’m that simple The throes of my wits A love that’s drunk, that’s half-lit An insult worse than scars I’d rather a hunter, sleep or starve