Lyrics
This is how it's going to be
Striking while the iron's still warm
While you're not afraid to die
Shielded with science from fear of certain death
Spending more on killing than anything else
Propped up
Walls on the backs of our neighbors
Giving half your life for land no one can ever really own
Asking yourself how did I get here again?
Bow down or you'll be singled out
Face and palms up where we can see 'em
On your backs until the tires give out
The hole we've built inside is a gift
Never tired again
Do you buy it?
What kind of life is this?
Don't let go of the desk in front of you
The house that can never really be yours
Surrounded by armor bought with priceless time
To keep the calm inside
Broken jar, damaged people
Nothing to say?
Biting your tongue
Asking yourself how did I get here again?
Bow down or you'll be singled out
Face and palms up where we can see 'em
On your backs until the tires give out
The hole we build inside is a gift
In my dumb mind I don't recognize myself
Do you remember me?
Drawing circles around my memories
Setting traps for them
Setting myself up
Making a cocoon
Breathing
Filling it with medicine
Being empty
It's just as big as being filled
I think this is a stop sign
It's hard to tell
The heart in my head is aching
From colliding head on
And I have a smokey mind
Selling myself on caution
First with the color
Then the good feeling
I had a daydream
I have them every day
And in most every way my future lives inside
So I try and pay attention
Because I know it comes from somewhere
Even if I can't remember
Even it it goes to nowhere
Death rattles on without me
Or maybe that's my lungs
Or the sound of my heart collapsing
Help, I am alive
WRITERS
Kris Rochelle, Dan Smith
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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