A man watches his clothes dry.
No thought crosses his mind.
It's just the passing of time
And it disappears in the blink of an eye.
Startled by the headlights.
Focus is out of sight.
It's just a moment in time.
Push it to the side.
Consider it a lost cause.
Losing light in the thick of a heavy fog.
I'm screaming through a lockjaw.
With shit for brains.
Yeah, i pray that they won't be washed.
Move right through me.
Kind of soothing.
Move right through me.
Consider it a lost cause.
Losing light in the thick of a heavy fog.
I'm screaming through a lockjaw.
With shit for brains.
Yeah, i pray that they won't be washed.
Can't get caught.
I'm taking backsteps.
I think i'm living in the past tense.
I need to go and get my head checked.
Repair a disconnected synapse.
Waste of life.
You know i'm always taking backsteps.
I think i'm living in the past tense.
I need to go and get my head checked.
Repair a disconnected synapse.
I'm moving slowly taking backsteps.