15 on the Freeway
by The Sleeping· from Believe What We Tell You
calluses, forming from numbing touch.
a painful price, payable, i am alive. a powerful glance that consumes you in image.
images reflect what some of us have been fighting for. a fight that goes on until the day sound dies.
fearless and brave we attack head on until the sound from another day dies. counting down. just a few more days until its time to throw away everything. nothing left behind. suck a painful price, payable with feeling. and im alive. press on move out. an older image to consume. youll come back, faithful, resting on that image.