Old mans married to the sea, but he drowns in his pain
To bottom out and then release a fight against fate ingrate
Communication breaks-down
Lost voices with words meant to inveigth
Burn the bridge and toll house, no one goes in or out
Heat drops a rise in pressure, we are all left in denial
Communication breaks-down
Fake idols shaking idle hands
Seems I've lost my mind
Snakes in suits feels like cannibals picking at my brain
Leave it all behind
To find my true north in the great beyond
Synthetic and depressive, we all came here to bleed
Melted plastic sounds divisive factory, made for mass appeal
Communication breaks-down
When we assume then we give in
Seems I've lost my mind
Snakes in suits feels like cannibals picking at my brain
Leave it all behind
To find my true north in the great beyond
Its been more years that have gone by
Motionless as it turns to let it be doesn't seem right
And now your waiting for a chance to cross those tracks
But the wagons will forever keep passing by
Seems I've lost my mind
Snakes in suits feels like cannibals picking at my brain
Leave it all behind
To find my true north in the great beyond

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