It falls apart, clockwork hearts, running out
Rusted needle in the vein, we all fall down
We find our place in circuitry, we worship our Gods
The TV screens, we substitute our lives for another
It's kill or be killed, it's our nature
To give up control, it's our failure
Like young lovers planting seeds
It's anarchy, head down in shame
Seasons come, seasons go and we grow old
Never learn from our mistakes
Around the crown, we all fall down
Rusted people all in vain, corroding in the rain
A well-made dream, flog it down
Destroyed it for you
Your time well spent, a living lie
That covers everything
It's kill or be killed, it's our nature
To give up control, it's our failure
Like our lovers planting seeds
It's anarchy, head down in shame
Seasons come, seasons go and we grow old
Never learn from our mistakes, never
Cross the river, down we go
Hold me under
Hold your breath and play the part
Race towards the finish line
Cross the river, down we go
Hold me under
Hold your breath and play the part
Race towards the finish line
Race towards the finish line
What's mine is yours and yours is mine
Race towards the finish line
What's mine is yours and yours is mine
Race towards the finish line
What's mine is yours and yours is mine
Race towards the finish line
And hope is something you have lost
The past is holding on and on
And hope is something you have lost
The past is holding on and on and on

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