we re getting older and yesterday is catching up to our plans of getting out of this alive we re all alone here with nowhere left to hide i ve never been so scared to breathe and open up my eyes a new day is breaking off the mold our bodies left us hours ago the second hand takes first again my fingers too late to grab ahold of what s ahead and my feet are dragging far behind my lungs are bleeding without their help i m bound to die the air is much too thin my will is too weak to survive a new day is breaking off the mold our bodies left us hours ago the second hand takes first again my will is too weak to survive the second hand takes first again my will is too weak to survive the second hand takes first again my will is too weak to survive the second hand takes first again my will is too weak to survive the second hand takes first again my will is too weak to survive the second hand takes first again my will is too weak to survive the second hand takes first again where the fuck are we going why aren t we home this coast is a graveyard we have nowhere to go i ve been sleeping in interludes synched up to the rain that is plaguing this summer that is causing this pain to the north is a light to the west there is hope we are drowning in debts we re in need of a rope to hold onto or fit to our necks my will is dead 
['american post-rock', 'dreamo']