coronal

Time's ticking away
Self destruction
Are you ready? (Or not)
This feels like a dream
The end we all knew was coming
Glory days melt away (impermanent)
So confused
I can't feel you
My head's in the sky
New distractions keep us happy (for now)
We're breaking away
To believe in better futures
Fantasy calls to me (I enter the void again)



Credits
Writer(s): Yvette Young
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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