Letra da Música: A Future Gone Fishing - Psycore

too busy not having a life to live

slow-motion is silver, silence is gold
we don't need a future until we get old
inside i'm soft, outside it's cold
we odn't need a future until we get old

present and past in constant competition
forming a reluctant, regressive coalition
a mutated ambition in sedated condition
making "making my mind up" someone else's decision

why rush tomorrow to bloom and unfold
we don't need a future until we get old
to save me i put my personality on hold
we don't need a future until we get old

blurred vision, a future gone fishing
i live inside an intermission

too busy not having a life to have time to live

yesterday choke tomorrow when calling
all there is, is gravity
and the fear of falling