Rumors of My Demise Have Been Greatly Exaggerated [ОБМ] (Siren Song Of The Counter-Culture)
please don't ask me how I ended up at my wits end and beaking down pages torn from books we never read because we're plugged into this grid don't pull this plug right now or then we'dreally have to live
when i die will they remember not what i did but what i haven't done? it's not the end that i fear with each breath, it's life that scares me to death
when we build these dreams on sand how they all slip through our hands this might be our only chance
let's take this one day at a time i'll hold your hand if you hold mine the time that we kill keeps us alive
your words won't save me now i'm at the edge feeling the sweat drip from my brow get a grip on yourself is what they say every hour every day hands over my ears, i've been screaming all these years
when i die will they remember not what i did but what i haven't done? it's not the end i fear with each breath, it's life that scares me to death
when we build these dreams on sand how they all slip through our hands this might be our only chance
let's take this one day at a time i'll hold your hand if you hold mine the time that we kill keeps us alive
we came in search of answers we left empty handed again shots fired into the sky are now returning where the fuck will you hide?
hiding from the laughter in the closet of our lives but the door hinges are squeaking letting in thin shards of light and now a hand's extending outward, quiet comfort they invite do we dare take what they offer, do we step into the light?
when i die will they remember not what i did but what i haven't done? it's not the end i fear with each breath, it's life that scares me to death
when we build these dreams on sand how they all slip through our hands this might be our only chance
let's take this one day at a time i'll hold your hand if you hold mine the time that we kill keeps us alive