Crashing and burning
There's no returning
To the good old days
This is how it stays
Everything always seems so out of place
There's no hope now to even begin to trace
Trace back the steps to when things were sincere
I'm always listening to things that I don't want to hear
Convolution is the new standard
The lines are getting blurred
Convolution is the new standard
The lines are getting blurred
Crashing and burning
There's no returning
To the good old days
This is how it fucking stays
