At The Skylines 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, it's 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 that's before you
and soon enough you’ll understand there's 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 that's before you
and soon enough you’ll understand there's nothing
considered true love
This is not what we were sold.