After an experiential hiatus, Sarcodine is back with a brand new song! Expect to see the new song later today.

Here's a sneak preview of the lyrics:

=Suburbia X=
feelin fine
petrified
robbing a bank to get on track
twenty nine, fifty five
eighteen caps until you collapse
dont make me
dont brake me
kick you in the face
before i pull out the mace
suburb trash
is where its at
coming up town to feel it down

Eatin crap
secret stash
goin everyday cause we are phat
mountain holla
blue collar
sixty nine cents you can keep the rest
is that your best?
Your a mess
next store down aint ever a joke
degrading places make me choke

proxy, copy,
its a mirage, you see
twistin up the names to your favorite snack
countin up the flow that you get back
cut thru the yards of the angry neighbors
while running down the hills drinking our flavors
feeling regal for the night
look across the street to avoid the fight

low life zombies livin high
thinking their kings, dont even know why
rims rolling
gas burning
anrenile surge at the thought to try
pinned down, down town
if thats what you call it, then look around

grasping a can, walking down the street
looking at the bank that was robbed last week
music pumping thru my ears
cant ever be that hard to hear
creation, relation, condemnation
hurry men, lets man those stations
working every day round the clock
take a break when opportunity knocks

all for a little thing we call dough
cash, money, the green paper flow
walk to the checkout with grocery in hand
sigh at the names of the awful off-brands
cant believe that your here right now
but if you dont like it, you can get out of town
fast forward, rewind
fine, its time to end this rhyme