Oxygen Mask (feat. FITZY)
Blood drawn from the broken glass
Buried in the... sand
Smokestacks grab your oxygen masks
It's not enough to know, we're gunna have to see
We're diggin up bones, to bury our future
And we're casting what we own into the sea
At the water's edge, I can't unsee
These horrors washed up here in front of me
At the water's edge, as sight so unclean
The wind blows and now I cannot breathe
The ocean's rich with our marketing schemes
It's getting' hot grab your oxygen masks
It's better not to see
We already know
It's probably too late
So to hell with the future
Tonight, let's spark the flame
and burn until we asphyxiate
So fortune favors the brave
But cowardice has its place
Head down, ears to the ground
On the move, more to consume
We're parasites with souls, with dedicated roles
So, gather up the hordes
And march along
At the water's edge, I can't unsee
These horrors washed up here in front of me
At the water's edge, as sight so unclean
The wind shifts and now I cannot breathe
Lock the doors, here comes the storm
Windows latched, grab your oxygen masks
It's better not to see, we already know
It's probably too late
So, to hell with the future
Tonight, let's spark the flame
And burn until we asphyxiate
So fortune favors the brave,
But cowardice still has its place
Tonight, let's spark the flame
And burn until we asphyxiate
So fortune favors the brave
But cowardice still has its place
Not too late
Hopefully
Buried in the... sand
Smokestacks grab your oxygen masks
It's not enough to know, we're gunna have to see
We're diggin up bones, to bury our future
And we're casting what we own into the sea
At the water's edge, I can't unsee
These horrors washed up here in front of me
At the water's edge, as sight so unclean
The wind blows and now I cannot breathe
The ocean's rich with our marketing schemes
It's getting' hot grab your oxygen masks
It's better not to see
We already know
It's probably too late
So to hell with the future
Tonight, let's spark the flame
and burn until we asphyxiate
So fortune favors the brave
But cowardice has its place
Head down, ears to the ground
On the move, more to consume
We're parasites with souls, with dedicated roles
So, gather up the hordes
And march along
At the water's edge, I can't unsee
These horrors washed up here in front of me
At the water's edge, as sight so unclean
The wind shifts and now I cannot breathe
Lock the doors, here comes the storm
Windows latched, grab your oxygen masks
It's better not to see, we already know
It's probably too late
So, to hell with the future
Tonight, let's spark the flame
And burn until we asphyxiate
So fortune favors the brave,
But cowardice still has its place
Tonight, let's spark the flame
And burn until we asphyxiate
So fortune favors the brave
But cowardice still has its place
Not too late
Hopefully
Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Hoyt
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