It's Not An Art It's A Myth Lyrics

Beau Navire It's Not An Art It's A Myth

Walking down these stairwells water drips over head.
Feeling the pressure......beating on.. take a deep breath
for this rot gut feeling is taking over. Waking up in
dead sweats as anxiety flows over. I Just want to see you
fall. Gold plated spoons fill your lungs with lead.
Collapse from the weight as we rise above. Always taking
advantage and now I've realized things seem a little
worse. I'm worn out, tired of wearing thin.