Heavy Boots

(альбом: Panic Stations - 2015)

Long live the echoes of my despair dissolving into nothing
I swear they'll never take me alive they'll never pull my strings again

Sometimes I think I just need to vent
A million little pieces
Other times the feelings get too intense
I wanna cut them out
I see the evidence piling up
We are nothing special
Shrapnel just hurtling through the voids
Soon to be history

Staring at the ocean waiting for the world to end
Skating on the surface trying now to comprehend
Wishing on a moment searching for the answer

Most days I really don't have a clue
Everything's overrated
Each night ends looking for things to do
Pathetic mystery
Bright lights devouring every sound
They say the truth is out there
But I can't see anything through the blue, the black, the in between

Staring at the ocean waiting for the world to end
Skating on the surface trying now to comprehend
Wishing on a moment searching for the answer
Destiny is probably a waste hope for me and I don't care
No I don't care

I see the evidence piling up that we are nothing special
I swear they'll never take me alive they'll never pull my strings I'm
Staring at the ocean waiting for the world to end
Skating on the surface trying now to comprehend
Wishing on a moment searching for the answer
Destiny is probably a waste hope for me and I don't care
A waste hope for me
A waste hope for me and I don't