Cul-De-Sac

Addicted to a prick a needle in a groove
Just a bunch of pricks trying to find their groove
Bonded by a thirst that we would never quench
Mucking up the gears just like a monkey wrench

Suspended animation frozen on a tract
Cul-de-sac
Void of ambition save for watching each others backs
Suburban dissolution backed into a tract
Cul-de-sac
Addicted without purpose, enabling our curses, detract

Connected by a fate that we would never choose
Sliding doors colliding and a ton of booze
Happenstance a common lack of common sense
Enabling each other, providing self-defense

Suspended animation frozen on a tract
Cul-de-sac
Void of ambition save for watching each others backs
Suburban dissolution backed into a tract
Cul-de-sac
Addicted without purpose, enabling our curses, detract

Born of obsession bored and regressive
Consciously a blessing, development suspending
Scapegoat one another, the future left asunder
If one of us is drowning then all are going under

Champion each other through our thick and thin
One of us would end where we would all begin
Once each of us were lost and then we all were saved
Carry these connections with us to the grave

Suspended animation frozen on a tract
Cul-de-sac
Void of ambition save for watching each others backs
Suburban dissolution backed into a tract
Cul-de-sac
Addicted without purpose, enabling our curses, retract
Suspended animation frozen on a tract
Cul-de-sac
Addicted without purpose, enabling our curses, detract



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Huntsman
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