Can you feel the oppression of running out of time?
We're too bound to discretion not to act like we're fine,
Both too old to die young and too young to realize,
That memories and misery are just two of a kind,
Instead I - for fuck's sake - I could see my breath in that dusk of november,
Stepping out of tracks in our search for answers
Not that I regret, I can barely remember,
You were growing inside of me establishing cancer.
I did not move on, i just moved out of your way
If misery loves company she can count on me.
We're out of time, if we're about to bend, let it end.
Can you feel that? That feeling that words they cannot simply express.
Can you feel the oppression, that weight on your chest.
Everywhere that i run to, that's part of the trap.
We're thirsting for meaning for a sip of answers,
We can only taste the salt of this sea of cancer.
So, Rainbringer, step down the ladder.
Rainbringer, you've been here forever.
I should have known, i should have know we'd worn out.
It's just our time, our time running out.
I should have known we'd worn out.
It's just our time running out.
I should have known we'd worn out.
It's just our time running out.
Our time running out.
I did not move on, I just moved out of your way.
If misery loves company she can count on me.
You didn't shine, i did not shine either.
We could thrive, we withered.
You didn't shine, i did not shine either.
We could thrive, we withered