Downhill Racers
Hold your breath, dear
This ship is going down
We're all downhill
Running with our timebombs
These shins are cracked and splintered
These lips are crusted shut
These squinting eyes just sting me
These veins are drying me up
All my limbs
They're just tools
We're all stilted vechiles
These joints rust
These pores leak
Time gets selfish
Time is SPEED
The sweetest dreams... have murdered me. They murdered me. They murdered me.
Like the fear of unskilled labor in the nuclear family
It's the nightmare of digression that engulfs a history
All my limbs
They're just tools
Duplicated, mass produced
Running down
Losing speed
Time escapes us
Timing's everything.
Everything.
Everything... This is the tic in the heart
Everything... This is the beating of the clock
Everything... This is an absent blood clot
Everything... These are the seconds that I've lost
Everything... This is the slow-rush hour
Everything's so rushed (This is the slow-rush... hour)
Everything... This is the slow rush.
Loose change
my friends come around and now they're gone
things come and they come and then they go
and where they go nobody knows
it's gonna come around
what goes around comes around
it's gonna come around
what goes around comes around
my cup over runneth with the fullness and grace
yet people push bullshit in my face
the future can't hold what your money can't buy
my brother keep striving your child relies
it's gonna come around
what goes around comes around
it's gonna come around
what goes around comes