Slow Motion

Everything gets mixed up
Everything is upside down
No stone left unturned
Gold becomes sand

Things run backwards
Things run in slow motion
Slow motion

Robbed and confined
It's not 'bout living, but 'bout surviving

Time is running but the watch hand doesn't turn
I run and run, but I can't get ahead

The flame of the torch goes out
The chains close again
Trapped at the feet of the statue of liberty
If it sinks, we drown

Robbed and confined
It's not 'bout living, but 'bout surviving

Everything is going down the drain
Plague in our bodies and also in our brain
Like a rock that draws us to the bottom of the sea
When it goes down, so do we



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremie Gonzalez
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