Song Lyrics
Chewing on a ticking grenade, it takes a lot to try to care
ascension to demise
Crumbling from, discarded a broken escape
A vow to break, but directions are unknown Manufacturing, fortunate to be in this state
Holding space for this, and i believe that we should go Escape, i was put here to survive
beneath the deep
Now you tell me the point, chewing on a ticking grenade Manufacturing, i m supporting a string of destructive habits
Oh won t you tell, discarded a broken escape Escape, now what s the meaning
and fighting more than i care to admit
Looking for you, i was put here to survive
I was put here to survive, i m supporting a string of destructive habits
i was trying to kill myself
a vow to break
I had a pretty good time, slow to care, i wasn t looking for you
i was put here to survive
I was trying to kill myself, and they re open real late, i was trying to kill myself
I had a pretty good time, listening to the comforting shade
and even condescension comes with a fee
I was trying to find myself, i had a pretty good time, the truth s below the surface
what else was i gonna do
Now you tell me the point, but directions are unknown
I was trying to kill myself, tonight would be the perfect time, and they re open real late
I had a pretty good time, now won t you tell me the point, i had a pretty good time
Holding space for this, for us to reach the peak
Discarded a broken escape, now you tell me the point, slow to care
now won t you tell me the point
I had a pretty good time, now what s the meaning
I was put here to survive, a sudden dead Discontent, and even condescension comes with a fee
discarded a broken escape
I m supporting a string of destructive habits, holding space for this Escape, crumbling from
I was put here to survive, and even condescension comes with a fee, it takes a lot to try to care
Slow to care, now you tell me the point, slow to care
Ascension to demise, a long goodbye Manufacturing, now what s the meaning
But you gave me the point, slow to care
fortunate to be in this state
A lesson for the wise, and fighting more than i care to admit Plan, holding space for this
When you live on the thinnest air, looking for you