We talk through a tiny screenCaptivated by the sheen as Faces flicker in between
We contested all the matchesBuried all the hatchets That we threw at each other in our teens
And when it got too closeOvertaxed and under-dosed and drifting down
Was this anxiety culled from society?Or the other way aroundAround until we drop, around, around, aroundAround, around until we stop, around, around, around
We saw all the soaring dronesWe saw them all throwing stones and We took cover when things got out of hand
and slowly fell apartBrick by brick, So once again we turned around and we just ran
And when it got too closeKeep it simple and morose and drifting down
Was notoriety swapped for sobriety?Or the other way aroundAround until we drop, around, around, aroundAround, around until we stop, around, around, around
We found secrets in our stashesWe found bleakness in the ashesWe found everything we looked forAnd we found it was damned, Maybe it was planned
Around until we drop, around, around, around
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