Afterglow
Are we the final ending?
The roots of life are pending
When you go outside you'll feel it
The walls have been consumed
It's odd to think that we're all out of touch
Given enough time to weaken
The seasons lose their use
If we don't figure it out it'll rust
Are we the final ending?
The roots of life are pending
Apocalyptic vending
Let me go. Let me go
Can we all stop pretending
And not be condescending?
It's now your blood they're spending
Tell me no. Tell me no
How hard is it to find a beacon
A light to hold on to
Instead of pillars made out of dust?
Seizing my routine is the feeling
That we are going, too
Powerless in a world unjust
Are we the final ending?
The roots of life are pending
Apocalyptic vending
Let me go. Let me go
Can we all stop pretending
And not be condescending?
It's now your blood they're spending
Tell me no. Tell me no
Can you feel it?
Have you stepped outside to see?
If you're leaving
Hold on tight to anything
Can you feel it?
Have you stepped outside to see?
If you're leaving
Hold on tight to anything
Are we the final ending?
The roots of life are pending
Apocalyptic vending
Let me go. Let me go
Can we all stop pretending
And not be condescending?
It's now your blood they're spending
Tell me no. Tell me no
The roots of life are pending
When you go outside you'll feel it
The walls have been consumed
It's odd to think that we're all out of touch
Given enough time to weaken
The seasons lose their use
If we don't figure it out it'll rust
Are we the final ending?
The roots of life are pending
Apocalyptic vending
Let me go. Let me go
Can we all stop pretending
And not be condescending?
It's now your blood they're spending
Tell me no. Tell me no
How hard is it to find a beacon
A light to hold on to
Instead of pillars made out of dust?
Seizing my routine is the feeling
That we are going, too
Powerless in a world unjust
Are we the final ending?
The roots of life are pending
Apocalyptic vending
Let me go. Let me go
Can we all stop pretending
And not be condescending?
It's now your blood they're spending
Tell me no. Tell me no
Can you feel it?
Have you stepped outside to see?
If you're leaving
Hold on tight to anything
Can you feel it?
Have you stepped outside to see?
If you're leaving
Hold on tight to anything
Are we the final ending?
The roots of life are pending
Apocalyptic vending
Let me go. Let me go
Can we all stop pretending
And not be condescending?
It's now your blood they're spending
Tell me no. Tell me no
Credits
Writer(s): Chuck Myers
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