Chauchat Young And Dethroned
Working hard, production line
Construct your symbols to be replaced
And broadcast each one standing up
A winter storm since you were born
Inscribe your steps on the roads you walk
Scratching canyons you can’t cross
Transitions fail me, I’m backing down
Brackets break, please give me time
Deny it’s gone means I think we’ve won
The distance measured the width of a door
Laugh to show you understand
They’ll disprove of putting it this way
