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The Flatliners

Monumental

 

Monumental

(álbum: Cavalcade - 2010)


Ever since I pulled over
I've been looking for you in the strangest places
With desperation painted on my face
And I'm shaking as I check

Every car window in the parking lot
Swallowing these ashes whole
And know that soon I'll be en route to the hospital

You'd think I've got it all
Till tires start to crawl
I'm asleep at the wheel
This binge is monumental

Getting high in a borrowed car
And listening to the songs that got me this far
Into my own head
Just thinking of this, always thinking of this

Put on a pair of sunglasses
That turn February grey
Into everything yellow
You'll always wanna see as much of the sky

As much of the sky as possible

You'd think I've got it all
Till tires start to crawl
I'm asleep at the wheel
This binge is monumental

And I feel no pain at all
When these tires screech down to a halt
Asleep hitting the wall
This binge is monumental

Greet the world with a poker face
Through empty bottles in a haze
They won't suspect a thing now, will they?

Itemize your life in a panic state
So you can sleep at night and dream about
Never turning old and grey

Catching my breath now seems as
Useless as airplane conversations
'Cause I enjoy toiling in all of my frustrations

You'd think I've got it all
Till tires start to crawl
I'm asleep at the wheel
This binge is monumental

And I feel no pain at all
When these tires screech down to a halt
Asleep hitting the wall
This binge is monumental

Our skin is peeling from the
Searing steel surrounding us

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