Cursive - Downhill Racers lyrics
[Cursive - Downhill Racers lyrics]
This ship is going down we're all downhill
Running with our timebombs
These shins are cracked and splintered
These lips are crusted shut
These squinting eyes just sting me
These veins are drying me up
All my limbs they're just tools
We're all stilted vehicles these joints rust
These pores leak time gets selfish
Time is SPEED
The sweetest dreams have murdered me they
Murdered me they murdered me
Like the fear of unskilled labor
In the nuclear family
It's the nightmare of digression
That engulfs a history
All my limbs they're just tools
Duplicated, mass produced running down
Losing speed time escapes us
Timing's everything everything
Everything this is the tick in the heart
Everything this is the beating of the clock
Everything this is an absent blood clot
Everything these are the seconds
That I've lost
Everything this is the slow-rush hour
Everything's so rushed
(This is the slow-rush hour)
Everything this is the slow rush