Lyrics

Brake light shards scattered in the brush
Dead seeds, a monument to nothing
Sun-faded headshots, so easy to forget
The aftermath of skidmarks veering to the left
A dormant intention
Chained to the bottom of a sunken spaceship
Drifts endlessly out of reach
As a silent informant gasps for air
Ancestral visions sinking out of frame
"Where do they go?" and "Is it all the same?"
This callous world beats upon my threadbare heart
Should I cut the strings or patch it up?
Cut the strings (Cut the strings)
Patch it up (Patch it up)
All’s well that ends well
But what if ending never comes?
Written by: For Your Health
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