Brace For Impact
I'm sick and tired of working on Maggie's Farm
I'm disarmed, reluctant to raise alarm
Dissuade the pressures of labors imminent harm
What else is expendable, my ego or my charm?
I've been feeling trapped, I'm losing track of time
And when I do the math, have to subtract my mind
The bastion of my wrath, my reasonable woes
Are overtaken slow. Sit back and watch them go
We're on a collision course our better days are overdue
Take a ride on a pale horse the river styx, she calls for you
We're on a collision course at this point there's no turning back
So if you can't raise your voice just close your eyes and brace for impact
The vicious and malicious the perils beyond exemption
Using degradation like an open carry weapon
No one ever steps in no one ever steps up
No one ever says much cause no one gives a fuck
I've been feeling trapped, I'm losing track of time
And when I do the math, have to subtract my mind
The bastion of my wrath, my reasonable woes
Are overtaken slow. Sit back and watch them go
We're on a collision course our better days are overdue
Take a ride on a pale horse the river styx, she calls for you
We're on a collision course at this point there's no turning back
So if you can't raise your voice just close your eyes and brace for impact
I'm disarmed, reluctant to raise alarm
Dissuade the pressures of labors imminent harm
What else is expendable, my ego or my charm?
I've been feeling trapped, I'm losing track of time
And when I do the math, have to subtract my mind
The bastion of my wrath, my reasonable woes
Are overtaken slow. Sit back and watch them go
We're on a collision course our better days are overdue
Take a ride on a pale horse the river styx, she calls for you
We're on a collision course at this point there's no turning back
So if you can't raise your voice just close your eyes and brace for impact
The vicious and malicious the perils beyond exemption
Using degradation like an open carry weapon
No one ever steps in no one ever steps up
No one ever says much cause no one gives a fuck
I've been feeling trapped, I'm losing track of time
And when I do the math, have to subtract my mind
The bastion of my wrath, my reasonable woes
Are overtaken slow. Sit back and watch them go
We're on a collision course our better days are overdue
Take a ride on a pale horse the river styx, she calls for you
We're on a collision course at this point there's no turning back
So if you can't raise your voice just close your eyes and brace for impact
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Writer(s): Max Mckenzie
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