| Just like that, we’re moving again
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| We set out to travel upon the backs of broken angels
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| Adopted dreams and thrift store halos
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| In a desolate world where your only as good as your sponsor
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| They tell us self-preservation is key
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| Move along the wasteland hoping
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| More souls are on the same mission as we
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| This is no longer a day dream, but a day nightmare
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| And as we walk along this desolate wasteland
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| We can only hope for one thing
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| To forget times passed
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| Campfire stories with my fam getting drunk
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| Fire water open flames its getting debunked
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| Feeling like nothings the same game I’m full throttle
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| Drowning like the worm somebody trapped inside this bottle
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| Thinking about the better Etta James and such things
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| Give me a little taste of the past to shoot inside my veins
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| Whats changed? |
| My friends growing fangs
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| And daytimes shorter because the suns out of range
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| And I know that nothing ever stays the same
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| No one ever really stays, it’s not my fault
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| I blame myself and smoke this haze
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| I’ll do it 'til the end of my days
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| Everything’s lost
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| I look to the stars but they gone
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| I look for a sign in the dark at all costs
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| Look to the stars and the marks
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| We look for the chance to restart
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| Everything’s lost
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| Treated this planet like my scrap book
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| Add a picture add a clipping scratch the last look
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| Its not approved delete the image from my mac books
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| My memory equals about a gram now that’s crook
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| I’m so confused, it’s a bitter road we travel so I’m letting go
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| The gathering nattling got a micro chip implanted in my abdomen
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| And it’s about 28 long years that Ive been dealing
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| But these days my memories dont really seem appealing
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| And so I find a distant memory beneath the world below
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| I’ve realized my destiny’s not on the road I know
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| I’m feeling like a centipede, I’m reaching out for soul
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| And trying to remember that at sometime that I was whole
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| I found a distant memory, I found, I found
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| But desperatly I’m trying to press it down, down
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| Nostalgia is all around us watch me drown, drown
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| I wish I could forget what I know now, now |