Wasn't it supposed to get better? I thought I heard you say that: "One of these days you will get what's coming" Baby, you don't have a clue what it means to be riding on the breaking point of destruction
No rest for the ones who need it the most No peace for the weak and the poor In a position of opposition endlessly grinding us down
Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Some build for failure Some build for trust
Fucked! Anxiety washes in it wants me to fail Pulling me down A thousand ways to die but I ain't giving up, it's not my time Though understanding may never come.
I'm not surprised we all buy into the circus don't we? How could anyone resist? How could anyone even exist!? I need some way to breathe Some way to reach out and touch someone to feel - like I am even real?
Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Some build for failure Some build for trust Ashes to ashes Riches to rags
Celebrate this day So far so good Tick…tick…ticking away These strange lands in-between
Let's pretend it's all illusion And die reaching for the dream
