Downhill Racers

Hold your breath, dear This ship is going down We're all downhill Running with our timebombs These shins are cracked and splintered These lips are crusted shut These squinting eyes just sting me These veins are drying me up All my limbs They're just tools We're all stilted vechiles These joints rust These pores leak Time gets selfish Time is SPEED The sweetest dreams... have murdered me. They murdered me. They murdered me. Like the fear of unskilled labor in the nuclear family It's the nightmare of digression that engulfs a history All my limbs They're just tools Duplicated, mass produced Running down Losing speed Time escapes us Timing's everything. Everything. Everything... This is the tic in the heart Everything... This is the beating of the clock Everything... This is an absent blood clot Everything... These are the seconds that I've lost Everything... This is the slow-rush hour Everything's so rushed (This is the slow-rush... hour) Everything... This is the slow rush.