Letras
Another dying statistic, your mother-brain in tow
No one to bail you out, so keep running
Try not to trip on ground you broke
I don't wanna be like them, employed, forgiven
Betting it all works out
Misled by reddened hands
(That take but never give)
Observed, possessed
All jive on the killing side
It's just a rogue thought, a loose threat
A reason to run
Your plan goes up in smoke
The engine fails within
A dream to a bomb (no fight in your lungs)
Come to terms with the fact
That you'll never
Dance on the other side of the moon
Gleaming decay, all your failures in bloom
Yeah
Up in smoke
Yeah
Back to Earth
You'll swear it all fine
You'll swear it all away
Fall back to Earth, no charity for the ones you hurt
No recognition by design
Employed, forgotten, you swear it fine
But you'll never
Dance on the other side of the moon
Gleaming decay, all your failures in bloom
Dead in the glowing harm of the ruin
Dawns a new day that moves on without you