Atmosphere Commodities Lyrics

<!-- start of lyrics -->
<i>[Chorus]</i>

Everybody, everybody want to be somebody

Go gotta be, there's no probably

You can talk to me after the party

It's just monotony, human commodities



<i>[Slug]</i>

Don't you just, don't you just love that profile page?

Where we use our voice and take the stage

Just to get repped for future endeavors

When you only special as physical measurements

Pardon me if what I speak seems amiss

Like anyone, we looking for a reason to exist

Validate the little ego cause we seeking it

But we only get attention from the neediest

Sex symbolic, took it literal

But the visual change with the wind that blows

And it shows cause we don't tiptoe

We got the tendencies to disclose too much info

Everybody, everybody want to be famous yeah

So we ask Santa Claus for fake tits huh

Let's take steps to embrace the objectification

and fix your face next



Yeah you're attractive, anyone's attractive

What? That's not magic, in fact when I last checked

you got casted as an extra, fantastic

But why don't you tone it down to bout half as dramatic

Can't dance past without a glance at the glass

Still won't admit that you practised that accent

Your personalities are canvas

You wanna impress me? Go fix a decent sandwich

Come on chuckles, grab a cluster of struggles

Muster up the guts to tattoo 'em on your knuckles

Broken models causing troubles

Frozen nostrils, solve that puzzle

How many photo albums full of self-indulgence?

Cellphones, so portraits can be helmed

on your favorite internet social network rebellion

Got me wondering what the fuck you selling



<i>[Chorus: 2X]</i>
<!-- end of lyrics -->
To All My Friends, Blood Makes the Blade Holy: The Atmosphere EPs Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Until the Nipple's Gone
  • 2 The Major Leagues
  • 3 Scalp
  • 4 The Best Day
  • 5 Americareful
  • 6 Hope
  • 7 The Loser Wins
  • 8 Shotgun
  • 9 Commodities
  • 10 The Number None
  • 11 Freefallin'
  • 12 To All My Friends
  • Artists A to Z: