Modernist Nightmare

From the darkest of the darkest
To the depths of Mexico

(It's me)
(I didn't think you'd miss my call tonight)
(Or maybe you didn't pick up cause you saw it was me)

How's it feel now
How's it feel now
How's it feel now that you're alone
I missed a call from one of my bro's
He told me not to float just go down that road
So down the road I went so sceptic
Of myself was the art still worth it

Was the art still worth my soul
These the questions I will not know

These the questions I will not know
Find my place in a crowd full of bulls
This the question that I will not know
Bloodied up, upside down hang a rope
Hang a rope so high I'll climb up
Find a way so I won't have to fight love
Find a rope that I will I will climb up
Find a way I'll never have to fight love

I won't ever have to fight love
Fight love
You're the only one who cry's love
Cry's love
Wanna feel like
I could I could
Make a difference in someone's life uh

Trapped inside a modernist nightmare
Find myself hitting down on a snare
Find myself in a modern nightmare
Looking out on a river make my death
Eventful
Eventual
Death comes for us all but I don't really care for
Hysteria in a modern nightmare
Boomers had us feeling out of breath
They control what we once said
So we stop; push back again
Seeking justice till the end
save yourself what she once said

(Save)
(Save)
(Save)

Save yourself or you'll be dead
Don't listen to a word they say
Save yourself or you'll be dead
Save yourself now
Save yourself from this modern nightmare



Credits
Writer(s): James Davidson
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