Falling Down
Tick - Tock - quick, the clock is ticking
Chasing seconds
Tie – Bind – glue, future’s stricken
Fully in it
Burnt, charred, smoked, in-division
No one gets it
Up, Down, Out, call a medic
drugs’ll fix it
Ig nor ance, it’s a sick ness
The worlds afflicted – (now it’s a habit
In Dif rence, runs within ‘em
So addicting – (now it’s habit
(spoken lead in to chorus)
They claim it all will be ok…
To slip, and look away…
But all we did was throw away…