Letras
Watch winds, I hope I'm gonna make it
Fly high, just trying to escape it
Gone numb from waiting too long
I'd rather die young than fuel the system
Fake names, a feeling of a guest list
Same brains, we're buying kinda business
Fuck that, where did we go wrong?
I'd rather die young than fuel the system
I become a shell of myself
Too close, swallowed by the replays
Inferno, coming now, it's too late
Black tar is filling my lungs
I'd rather die young than fuel the system
Embers dancing in the white ash
Dripped feet, poison in my gas mask
No life left on this Earth
Everything's gone to the system
Dead in the face
Maybe I'm designed to waste away
I'm losing my taste
Maybe I'll fight another day
Dead in the face
Maybe I'm designed to waste away
I'm losing my taste
Maybe I'll fight another day
Take what you want
I surrender myself for a feeling
I lose my fucking mind just to hear this constant noise
Oh, are we all designed to waste away?
Breakdown
Breakdown
I know
I'm gonna fucking breakdown
I become a shell of myself
But I don't wanna call this a breakdown
Self-destruct, I live in this hell
'Cause I can't find any way to breakout