Mudflap
I'm rolling past distractions
Missing opportunities I'm wishing that would happen
Embrace this feeling of escape
But the space is colder than I could ever imagine
I'm rolling past distractions
Missing opportunities I'm wishing that would happen
Embrace this feeling of escape
But the space is colder than I could ever imagine
I'm racing through this mind state
Ain't no brakes, increasing the local traffic infraction crime rate
No matter the time, no matter the pace
I'm going through cycles while feeling stuck inside of a maze
Zippin' past the metal ants before they connect
Doing my best to avoid the status effects of a wreck
Checking my blind spot, twisting my neck
Headed towards a pothole that I always seem to forget
I'm believing that I'm weaving a tapestry
Trying to complete my talent tree
Conserving my anatomy is outta reach, so I burn my battery
Banking on overtime, working for a salary
I'm laser focused on the concrete
I barely notice that I'm passing up the calm breeze
Can't conceive what to do with this quandary
Every layer like a bittersweet Belgian endive
I'm rolling past distractions
Missing opportunities I'm wishing that would happen
Embrace this feeling of escape
But the space is colder than I could ever imagine
I'm rolling past distractions
Missing opportunities I'm wishing that would happen
Embrace this feeling of escape
But the space is colder than I could ever imagine
I'm hiding, disguising, holding my hands over my eyelids
Incentivizing my thunder thighs to stop
But they're not quite compliant
The way I'm riding towards the finish line is mystifying
It's leaving my view disillusioned
Overused muted tones due to the terrible pollution
Every time I challenge my established institutions
It leaves me with an empty tank, filled up with confusion
In a garage, but I'm barely fixing flats
I'm feeling like a fraud, like I'm locked up to a rack
Staring at a mirage with no wind at my back
A small round of applause with my name on a plaque
Get off my saddle, and let my steed rest
I can't fight every battle though I'm trying my best
High visibility constricting my ability to breathe
My Achilles is killing me because I didn't a stretch
Missing opportunities I'm wishing that would happen
Embrace this feeling of escape
But the space is colder than I could ever imagine
I'm rolling past distractions
Missing opportunities I'm wishing that would happen
Embrace this feeling of escape
But the space is colder than I could ever imagine
I'm racing through this mind state
Ain't no brakes, increasing the local traffic infraction crime rate
No matter the time, no matter the pace
I'm going through cycles while feeling stuck inside of a maze
Zippin' past the metal ants before they connect
Doing my best to avoid the status effects of a wreck
Checking my blind spot, twisting my neck
Headed towards a pothole that I always seem to forget
I'm believing that I'm weaving a tapestry
Trying to complete my talent tree
Conserving my anatomy is outta reach, so I burn my battery
Banking on overtime, working for a salary
I'm laser focused on the concrete
I barely notice that I'm passing up the calm breeze
Can't conceive what to do with this quandary
Every layer like a bittersweet Belgian endive
I'm rolling past distractions
Missing opportunities I'm wishing that would happen
Embrace this feeling of escape
But the space is colder than I could ever imagine
I'm rolling past distractions
Missing opportunities I'm wishing that would happen
Embrace this feeling of escape
But the space is colder than I could ever imagine
I'm hiding, disguising, holding my hands over my eyelids
Incentivizing my thunder thighs to stop
But they're not quite compliant
The way I'm riding towards the finish line is mystifying
It's leaving my view disillusioned
Overused muted tones due to the terrible pollution
Every time I challenge my established institutions
It leaves me with an empty tank, filled up with confusion
In a garage, but I'm barely fixing flats
I'm feeling like a fraud, like I'm locked up to a rack
Staring at a mirage with no wind at my back
A small round of applause with my name on a plaque
Get off my saddle, and let my steed rest
I can't fight every battle though I'm trying my best
High visibility constricting my ability to breathe
My Achilles is killing me because I didn't a stretch
Credits
Writer(s): Cal Leingang, Kirk Leingang
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