Over the Line

They are nothing but refuse
A partiality, conventionality

A card game told us our future
No change is coming fast
And it is right in front of our face

Stand and behold all our progress
Abject banality, a personality

Now I'm over the line
Seems like a waste of time all of the time

Enter and hold all your prospects
You thought we all were crass
But this is gonna last

The stars have told of our future
Everything is coming slow
And it is right in front of our face

A dream of early dementia
Another day in bed
Another pill that's fed

We want just to run
We want eternal sun

A geometric collusion
A never ending track
Of everything you lack

A window told you your future
A television host
A true unholy ghost



Credits
Writer(s): Royce Thompson, Steve Hilmes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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