[Verse 1]
Don't hold your breath
It never solved anything
Honestly, it never helped
Honestly, you just need help
Don't get obsessed
We never meant anything (Never meant anything, never meant anything)
And these twisted figures are merging
They sought to disturb you
Hold you back and hurt you
With any luck they'll give it up
As if the pressure's not enough
The pressure's too much for me, much for me
[Chorus]
Going the distance
Feeling my instincts (Senses keen a referee, blowing my whistle)
But could you please reverse engineer me?
Leave out the feelings (Buried underneath)
[Verse 2]
I can feel the pressure of it all
Running out of time
Why do I procrastinate?
I should have been more than this
Playing with my future in hindsight
Could've been green light
Now I have to fight
I'm not as hungry as I was
And that's a sad sight
Caught at a red light
Didn't mean to kill the vibe
No fuckin' exit sign
We're lost in the found
But I can't seem to hide
[Verse 3]
Every moment I move closer to the end now
If my clock runs out today, I'll die afraid
That I never left my mark and focused too long on the dark
Drastic changes (Drastic changes, stuck in stasis)
Overcoming obstacles
Feeling so impossible
Stuck in stasis (Stuck in stasis)
Caught in your philosophy
Ended in catastrophe
[Bridge]
I ain't out here kissin' feet
Don't call me Dan Schneider
I go out on several limbs
I'm a spider
Rub my wounds with salt and apple cider vinegar
My dick bigger than Peter Piper
He picked a pack of pickle printed lighters
And used them all to light a school on fire
Do you really know how to change a tire?
I'm about to throw my clothes in the fryer
That's bars
Damn, son, where'd you find this?
God damn, them some bars
Trapaholics, real trap shit
Fuck
[Outro]
You used to, used to, used to show me love
You used to, used to, used to show me love
Show me love
You used to, used to, used to show me love
You used to, used to, used to show me love
Show me love
But here we go again
Biting barrels in the darkness
A harvest moon sets the mood as we explore the options
Skeletons they dance with the mechanical undead
While the hopeless romantics take cover in the back
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