Tearing up the Grass

I can barely remember why we came here at all in the first place Feeling stale and trite, undeniably The mediocracy takes its toll on Enemies of the sacred line Asleep and dreaming through a mask You're racing to the bottom of the hill and tearing up the grass We're wasting all our energy On voices in our memory Let's drink in artificial light And talk about our little lives In the end everyone needs a line to cross Fall down Fall down Fall down Fall down Fall down Fall down Fall down Fall down Thе place we're looking for Isn't on thе map anymore But the dark is light enough To see you moving through the debris It makes me nervous The universe is scratching at the surface Without a purpose Don't have the patience It's counter clockwise We better keep it under some surveillance Fall down Fall down Fall down Fall down Fall down Wherever you once were Isn't on the map anymore And despite the camouflage I can see you moving through the mirage It makes me nervous The universe is scratching at the surface Without a purpose Don't have the patience It's counter clockwise We better keep it under some surveillance It makes me nervous The universe is scratching at the surface Without a purpose Don't have the patience It's counter clockwise We better keep it available for purchase Complimenting the descent I can hear the echo of terrible anthems Documents of discontent, give me something to occupy Every second of every day Waiting for an invitation to A secondary location Where everyone is waiting for An occasion to rise to A motivation to capitalize Going straight for the jugular, for the jugular You're your very own executioner And I can't find the appropriate device To make you feel more feel alive With motivation to rationalize Looking on with catastrophe eyes Looking on with catastrophe eyes