Testo: At The Skylines. Other. When People Stop Being Polite.

Dear God, are we stranded, I?ve seen the end and I can?t look down
this can?t be it, we?ve been mistaken, second hands waiting our times running out

Hold the oxygen, get it off your chest
Just don?t let go, Oh my brother

This place seems all too familiar, the faces and surroundings
I?ve been here once before and we know we?re not welcome
Stay quiet and don?t say a word they won?t know what were here for
I?ll dust off all the prints, you clear the tracks we?re making
Just hold your breath, this isn?t the end

I?M GASPING, START BREATHING

Now run towards the door
Well if we?re meant to make it, then they?ll clear the pathways
We live on faith and our foundation is collapsing

My God this can?t be the only way, its a distraction, delayed time bomb reaction
this isn?t what we were told
Recreate what we have seen, no looking back now going ups our only way out
and to break free from this mold

Keep your fingers crossed
cause we?re drawing near to the end of time

and I won?t look back, cause I?ve been here before and its nothing but disaster

Just open your eyes to the world thats before you
and soon enough you?ll understand theres nothing considered true love

They?ll see its nothing but a lie

Keep your fingers crossed
cause we?re drawing near to the end of time

and I won?t look back, cause I?ve been here before and its nothing but disaster

Just open your eyes to the world thats before you
and soon enough you?ll understand theres nothing considered true love

This is not what we were sold.