| If I cared apologies wouldn’t have to be so misleading
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| And if I cared I’d see the ones that mean the most to me
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| But that’s if I cared
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| Trapped inside a grid-locked pavement town
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| I’m finding it hard to believe, It’s hard to believe
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| That everyone’s where they’re supposed to be
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| Keeping the same faces on, those masks that wear them
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| I can’t tell what’s lacking inside keeping me home
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| Pollution ingested greying insides am I alone
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| Apathy is everything forcing me to believe what I’m told
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| Shrouding consciousness keep me far from rest
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| Bleeding oh like i’ve lost my soul
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| Serpentine burrowed
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| Bleeding oh I’ve felt this before
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| These hollowed bones
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| Trapped inside a grid-locked pavement town
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| I’m finding it hard to believe, It’s hard to believe
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| That everyone’s where they’re supposed to be
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| Keeping the same faces on, those masks that wear them
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| I can’t tell what’s lacking inside keeping me home
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| Pollution ingested greying insides
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| Never contend never compare I’ll never care
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| Apathy is everything forcing me to believe what I’m told
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| Shrouding consciousness keep me far from rest
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| Bleeding oh like i’ve lost my soul
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| Serpentine burrowed
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| Bleeding oh I’ve felt this before
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| These hollowed bones
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| Clarity, it defines
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| And takes a part of me
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| The wave, it’s influence
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| Penetrates the sand
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| Been a believer but I’m getting to old
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| Nothing’s exciting every word’s been told
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| Been a believer but it’s all been done
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| Dreams are crashing because they’re for the young
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| Waiting for pixelated bells illegible a fate I can’t deny
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| Been a believer but I’m getting older
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| Nothing’s exciting all the words are old
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| Bleeding oh like i’ve lost my soul
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| Serpentine burrowed
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| Bleeding oh I’ve felt this before
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| These hollowed out bones
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| Bleeding oh like i’ve lost my soul
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| Serpentine burrowed
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| Bleeding oh I’ve felt this before
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| These hollowed out bones |