The Sky is falling all around us
We're watching the people panic like it's the end
The grass is green but it don't mean
That it's growing
And even if you know it ain't, you're made to pretend
Yes, you've been made to pretend
It starts over and over again
Until you reach the end
But you push past it still
After the end is where my journey took me
To the side of the road in a foreign land
When you step on your path and it starts to disappear
With your horizon in sight but you're stuck here
No, it's all planned out that way
And you should be happy to pay
No, there's nothing you can say
Cause no one asked to be
But still our bodies take and take without wanting
I still go to sleep and wake up far away from everything
And count down my days
Writer(s): Patrick Brady, David Vassalotti, Ronald Cox, Chris Horn, Elsner Nino
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