Gasoline
We've all been force fed full of lies
While each bull and bear bets against the truth
All told we're free to choose
But all thoughts get drowned out in the noise
And they'll say we're just young and paranoid
While making trades behind our backs
With every day spent in the shade, think I'll watch it burn
Throw gasoline on an open flame
Sit back and wonder who's to blame
Just can't stand the same damn endless routine
'Cause it's all gonna lead to a disposable life
It's 'bout timе you saw more than half the truth
But now it's too late to cut mе loose
So push out the walls 'til the ceiling falls
While I stare off into the void
Because lately we're still spun around
Wrapped up in plastic, no solid ground
Here left to stand on
Can't you feel us suffocating?
So, gasoline on an open flame
Just can't stand the same damn endless routine
Do you feel me through the black fog?
It's out of hand, always running on pure anxiety
And it's all gonna lead to a disposable life
No more lost voice or sore back, think I could live with that
No more lost voice or sore back, yeah, I could live with that
No more lost voice or sore back, think I could live with that
No more lost voice or sore back, yeah, I could live with that
Yeah, I could live with that
Think I could live with that
While each bull and bear bets against the truth
All told we're free to choose
But all thoughts get drowned out in the noise
And they'll say we're just young and paranoid
While making trades behind our backs
With every day spent in the shade, think I'll watch it burn
Throw gasoline on an open flame
Sit back and wonder who's to blame
Just can't stand the same damn endless routine
'Cause it's all gonna lead to a disposable life
It's 'bout timе you saw more than half the truth
But now it's too late to cut mе loose
So push out the walls 'til the ceiling falls
While I stare off into the void
Because lately we're still spun around
Wrapped up in plastic, no solid ground
Here left to stand on
Can't you feel us suffocating?
So, gasoline on an open flame
Just can't stand the same damn endless routine
Do you feel me through the black fog?
It's out of hand, always running on pure anxiety
And it's all gonna lead to a disposable life
No more lost voice or sore back, think I could live with that
No more lost voice or sore back, yeah, I could live with that
No more lost voice or sore back, think I could live with that
No more lost voice or sore back, yeah, I could live with that
Yeah, I could live with that
Think I could live with that
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph F Taylor, John M Siorek, Kevin J Maida, Nicholas D Casasanto, Ryan J Rumchaks
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