Letras
I got a bit carried away
Seems they don't give up
And the vultures smell like death
Streets are silent to pick up the mess
Aren't you gonna strike
Bleed out my demons
Aren't you gonna strike
Bleed out my demons
And so the dead try to stay
But they got carried away
By the living, to all the grocery stores
And all the kids want to run
It would be so much fun
If those grown-ups knew how to live at all
Don't you gaze at that star, because
It's much too far
From these good things, like paper chasing your time
Then there's no more to chase
There's no race to race
Just the same thing you acted like you weren't
Quilting off my time
Like a dying sorry cur
The final days of stardom, juvenile desire to count
Oh, so what I am meant to believe
Is the fall of an empire will benefit my family
More than my cash machines
More than those horse's dreams
Something I lost on the farm as a girl
You have no right to compress
What you have not addressed
For those rats haven't come from the sewers they've come from you
And when the buildings collapse
Oh, that hooded man laughs
He says "Worry, it's such a mindless chore"
"And now we have to go
"Well I'm sure that you know who I am, friend"
"We're still just the same"
And he gives you a hug
Gives you heartstrings a tug
He's not evil
He's just an old, old friend
From back when you were a boy
And you still felt joy
Something primal that had its limbs removed
Everyone lost their touch before the sunset
Everyone thinking they are only timebound
Life is really short so I'll just waste it thinking
Then the shade gives you a lift to the ever tranquil drift
And you come right back to Earth
And do the same thing