pipe dream
by With Honor· from split
We are the generation lost, buried below your reasons, we are the fractured frame, evidence of your false foundations. Seasons change, but we don't change a thing until push comes to shove, opportunities pass, and fate comes calling. We are well beyond our means, the noose is set in place, and like those who've swung before us, we'll drop fast to our escape. We've discovered a fail safe way to sweep our troubles underneath the rug, to bid the wieght of this world one last goodbye... And all the while you are sleeping still, under the greenest tree money could buy, hoping the rain will bring you piece of mind, but it can't, it won't, and it never will... Progress has it's ball and chain claiming us a cassuality as you fall away, your hands have stopped our eyes for far to long, now they threaten to take our lives before the day is done.