you once again with our lungs gone, our lives are gone where do we go now the windshield crashes in and our memory starts to sprint away the dust kicks up and our
: It's a disease, this is a wrecking ball waiting in line it's a disease, we're all just waiting in line its life spent putting holes through the hearts
of the lanes exist we are an empire lied to about failure knowing only one way to reach the future these directions are headed to my dead end who are they to plan our
