Into Extinction

Two degrees too warm
No ride in sight to hitch
Bickering at a fever pitch
Connected all the time
Enough to lose one's mind
Still feeling empty inside
Trying finding pleasure in the small things
Careful not to get caught in our belongings
Barely enough to keep us going
We still find time to hate
Attempt to regulate
And choose to be lied to in the morning

We've been closed in one box
Thats not even locked
Not even locked
We've been closed in one box
Thats not even locked
Not even locked

I can see what's out from here
Lured in by the scent
Thats been hell bent
In keeping us on the hook
Riding the fence
And telling us it's all good
Spinning every word
Purposely misunderstood

Surprised all the time
You obey and never ask why
As if you're programmed inside
If this talk drags you down
You're not the only one
Nor will we walk the line

Walk the line walk the line
Keep your head down and don't ask why
To walk the line is dead inside
To think for yourself is a crime

Crime crime
Crime crime
Dead inside
Keep Alive



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Vaughn
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