Love Song For Dr. Bejan

Life's all gas, no brakes
Not exactly in the fun way
Days last minutes
And weeks are over in seconds

Speeding the whole way
But it's not like I'd say that I

Regret this, force fed to
Believe in the grind
We're all running out of time

Chase that bread on a treadmill
Running out of headroom
Can't even take care of myself tonight
Lungs are collapsing
Think we might be passing
Out in the lime light

Sprinting the whole way
But it's not like we had a say

Force fed to regret our
Own piece of mind
We're all running
Scared for our small lives

I can barely make
Me care about anything
We're run till we can't breathe
Or care about anything

Force fed to regret
Any time spent alive
Misled and braindead
Now no sanity survives
Regret this force fed to
Believe in the grind
We're all running out time



Credits
Writer(s): John Williams
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