Despondent 14 Straights
It's 14 straights away
Just 14 straights away.
Underneath the concrete underneath these painted lines,
Exists the roots of everything that I've tried to deny.
I hear it calling me,
Suburbia is calling me.
It's 14 straights away
Just 14 straights away.
Underneath this concrete
Underneath these yellow lights
The dormant roots of every lie are waiting to uprise and,
I hear it calling me,
Beneath these broken streets,
The roots of the suburban dreams.
This lie of destiny,
The truth in fallacy,
Is pulling down on me,
It's pulling at my feet.
It's 14 straights away
Just 14 straights away.
