Furnace
Astronaut
We put ourselves in this standstill We dedicate most of our younger lives Dreaming big and settling for less We slowly sink into hardening ground, we don't fight it Pull the strings, fit the mold The further we get the less we see, the less we hear We're all shutting down and no ones cares It's just over the bend, we don't have a fighting chance Living week to week, day to day We breathe it in We can't wake up Striving, working to be content The pressure it's building, we're in over our heads Drawing maps and diagrams Our stories told before we're born
From Letras Mania