Letras
So quick to claim we're outdated
The bell is tolling, our time is up
We're buried deep but still, we made it
Straight to our graves before the final lap
The final lap
Now we're like pets in semataries
We're counting moons till we're alive again
We rarely talk of former glories
We just repeat what's written on our graves
On our graves
Still reads we never paid
Attention to all these things
Setting the trends that they understand
At some point you must decide
It's wind in your sails or you go with the tide
Our haunting voices kinda blurry
Our crooked faces look familiar
We're here reclaiming something scary
We sing our song and then we laugh it off
We laugh it off
Still reads we never paid
Attention to all these things
Setting the trends that they understand
At some poin t you must decide
It's wind in your sails or you go with the tide
Attention to all these things
Setting the trends that they understand
At some point you must decide
It's wind in your sails or you go with the tide
Attention to all these things
Setting the trends that they understand
At some point you must decide
It's wind in your sails or you go with the tide