| Song | We, the Sad |
| Artist | Tallah |
| Album | No One Should Read This |
| [01:10.51] | Welcome to my eternity |
| [01:13.14] | I am the recluse who balked his maturity |
| [01:16.20] | I am a slave to my own insecurities |
| [01:18.98] | I am the culprit in the eyes of the jury |
| [01:22.90] | Welcome to my pain |
| [01:24.39] | I’m the definition of a ***** been spayed |
| [01:27.20] | Watch in fascination as the parasites sway |
| [01:30.22] | Fear my explanation as it’s thrown away |
| [01:36.25] | This is the cry of a man with no purpose |
| [01:42.15] | This is the song you will sing at his grave |
| [01:45.14] | But that’s me… |
| [01:47.48] | I’m sad |
| [01:48.71] | I’m sick of being trapped inside |
| [01:52.90] | It’s decaying all I see |
| [01:57.46] | There’s no use in getting better |
| [02:01.20] | These things, they multiply |
| [02:04.65] | Are we not supposed to feel more than sad? |
| [02:19.65] | She is the thorn in my side |
| [02:22.48] | She is my possessor |
| [02:24.00] | She is my whole life |
| [02:25.45] | She is my coffin |
| [02:26.65] | If you don’t believe |
| [02:28.08] | Open up my stomach |
| [02:29.64] | Watch the parasites sway |
| [02:32.33] | Disease you, disease me |
| [02:34.02] | This is an oppression |
| [02:35.23] | Society silently kills me |
| [02:37.88] | She’s a wretch in disguise |
| [02:40.06] | I am her child, and she is my mind |
| [02:42.40] | I am denial, and she is behind every thought |
| [02:46.63] | Every violent thought |
| [02:48.65] | Every violent thought |
| [02:49.98] | Every violent thought |
| [02:51.50] | Every violent thought |
| [02:56.12] | This is the look of a man whose been gelded |
| [03:01.57] | This is the way that he handles his pain |
| [03:07.62] | But that’s me… |
| [03:08.72] | I’m sad |
| [03:10.20] | I’m sick of being trapped inside |
| [03:13.88] | It’s decaying all I see |
| [03:18.37] | There’s no use in getting better |
| [03:22.58] | These things, they multiply |
| [03:26.01] | Are we not supposed to feel more than sad? |
| [03:40.84] | Here comes the flood |
| [03:42.36] | And she dams it every day |
| [03:43.82] | O’ she keeps the pressure right |
| [03:45.09] | Until I drown under my own shit! |
| [04:24.79] | We are the sad |
| [04:27.52] | We are the diseased |
| [04:31.78] | We need our mother to relieve our pain |
| [04:38.27] | To pull us up—pull us up |
| [04:42.10] | To pull us up—pull us up |
| [04:45.08] | To pull us up—pull us up |
| [04:48.80] | To pull us up—pull us up |
| [01:10.51] | Welcome to my eternity |
| [01:13.14] | I am the recluse who balked his maturity |
| [01:16.20] | I am a slave to my own insecurities |
| [01:18.98] | I am the culprit in the eyes of the jury |
| [01:22.90] | Welcome to my pain |
| [01:24.39] | I' m the definition of a been spayed |
| [01:27.20] | Watch in fascination as the parasites sway |
| [01:30.22] | Fear my explanation as it' s thrown away |
| [01:36.25] | This is the cry of a man with no purpose |
| [01:42.15] | This is the song you will sing at his grave |
| [01:45.14] | But that' s me |
| [01:47.48] | I' m sad |
| [01:48.71] | I' m sick of being trapped inside |
| [01:52.90] | It' s decaying all I see |
| [01:57.46] | There' s no use in getting better |
| [02:01.20] | These things, they multiply |
| [02:04.65] | Are we not supposed to feel more than sad? |
| [02:19.65] | She is the thorn in my side |
| [02:22.48] | She is my possessor |
| [02:24.00] | She is my whole life |
| [02:25.45] | She is my coffin |
| [02:26.65] | If you don' t believe |
| [02:28.08] | Open up my stomach |
| [02:29.64] | Watch the parasites sway |
| [02:32.33] | Disease you, disease me |
| [02:34.02] | This is an oppression |
| [02:35.23] | Society silently kills me |
| [02:37.88] | She' s a wretch in disguise |
| [02:40.06] | I am her child, and she is my mind |
| [02:42.40] | I am denial, and she is behind every thought |
| [02:46.63] | Every violent thought |
| [02:48.65] | Every violent thought |
| [02:49.98] | Every violent thought |
| [02:51.50] | Every violent thought |
| [02:56.12] | This is the look of a man whose been gelded |
| [03:01.57] | This is the way that he handles his pain |
| [03:07.62] | But that' s me |
| [03:08.72] | I' m sad |
| [03:10.20] | I' m sick of being trapped inside |
| [03:13.88] | It' s decaying all I see |
| [03:18.37] | There' s no use in getting better |
| [03:22.58] | These things, they multiply |
| [03:26.01] | Are we not supposed to feel more than sad? |
| [03:40.84] | Here comes the flood |
| [03:42.36] | And she dams it every day |
| [03:43.82] | O' she keeps the pressure right |
| [03:45.09] | Until I drown under my own shit! |
| [04:24.79] | We are the sad |
| [04:27.52] | We are the diseased |
| [04:31.78] | We need our mother to relieve our pain |
| [04:38.27] | To pull us up pull us up |
| [04:42.10] | To pull us up pull us up |
| [04:45.08] | To pull us up pull us up |
| [04:48.80] | To pull us up pull us up |