Anemoia
Safe to say that you got it twisted
Don't be Nostalgic for a time that never existed
Look back, through Rose colored glasses
Running in place, thinking you'll be the fastest
Head underwater as you're taking a bow
Realize the pain in the aftermath
If you pull this wheel then we are going to crash
And all that's left of us is fire and dust and ash
All those sleepless nights, the tossing and the turning
But we're racing to the grave in a fucked up Phantom Derby
So you wake up for your morning commute
With a million other people dressed just like you
You turn around, to save some time
But you wind up in that same line, in a very long line
Just like that, you're all bark and no bite
Wasting our lives just racing the red light
If you pull this wheel then we are going to crash
And all that's left of us is fire and dust and ash
All those sleepless nights, the tossing and the turning
But we're racing to the grave in a fucked up Phantom Derby
(Yeah, you fucked up)
If you pull this wheel then we are going to crash
And all that's left of us is fire and dust and ash
All those sleepless nights, the tossing and the turning
But we're racing to the grave in a fucked up Phantom Derby
Don't be Nostalgic for a time that never existed
Look back, through Rose colored glasses
Running in place, thinking you'll be the fastest
Head underwater as you're taking a bow
Realize the pain in the aftermath
If you pull this wheel then we are going to crash
And all that's left of us is fire and dust and ash
All those sleepless nights, the tossing and the turning
But we're racing to the grave in a fucked up Phantom Derby
So you wake up for your morning commute
With a million other people dressed just like you
You turn around, to save some time
But you wind up in that same line, in a very long line
Just like that, you're all bark and no bite
Wasting our lives just racing the red light
If you pull this wheel then we are going to crash
And all that's left of us is fire and dust and ash
All those sleepless nights, the tossing and the turning
But we're racing to the grave in a fucked up Phantom Derby
(Yeah, you fucked up)
If you pull this wheel then we are going to crash
And all that's left of us is fire and dust and ash
All those sleepless nights, the tossing and the turning
But we're racing to the grave in a fucked up Phantom Derby
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Writer(s): Alex Kessler, Jeff Cusick
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