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