Hear more musicRecorded by: Two Star Spark
Written by: Two Star Spark
Lyrics
Sounds like shell sounds echoing off of me,
Wind plus trees plus traffic to harmony.
Poor folks, rich kids, cute girls covered in fog,
Devastated buildings crumbling like wartime Prague.
And it's all decay.
Oh, all decay.
Timeless time line struggling, moments to spare.
Cokeheads crash while bus lines cloud the air.
Aspiration's great at nineteen, what do you know?
You're gonna be a man, big plans, you'll put on a show.
And it's all decay.
Oh, all decay.
As youth envision the future,
Time weeps through the sutures,
These wounds, insurance won't cover.
Status quo is enough for the others!
Drive time, prime time traffic line, go to the end.
Six-shot, airbag side-swipe, pass on the bend.
Dash board, face time glass shards, turned on your head.
One time, two times, three times...
...and then you are dead.
Wind plus trees plus traffic to harmony.
Poor folks, rich kids, cute girls covered in fog,
Devastated buildings crumbling like wartime Prague.
And it's all decay.
Oh, all decay.
Timeless time line struggling, moments to spare.
Cokeheads crash while bus lines cloud the air.
Aspiration's great at nineteen, what do you know?
You're gonna be a man, big plans, you'll put on a show.
And it's all decay.
Oh, all decay.
As youth envision the future,
Time weeps through the sutures,
These wounds, insurance won't cover.
Status quo is enough for the others!
Drive time, prime time traffic line, go to the end.
Six-shot, airbag side-swipe, pass on the bend.
Dash board, face time glass shards, turned on your head.
One time, two times, three times...
...and then you are dead.
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