Stop crashing into this chest
Pumpin porcelain prone to crack
All the mess you made is true
All the faith you lost is you
We run in circles anyway
Could be worse, we could wanna stay
Feeling far, searching day to day
Stunned by the impact of nothing to happen
The stars are coming down on me
The scars left are all i see
Vertigo is holding me down
Stepping up the infinite fugue
We run in circles anyway
Could be worse, we could wanna stay
Feeling far, searching day to day
Stunned by the impact of nothing to happen
Spinning top
Steep drop
Spinning top
Don't stop
We are all chased away
We are all snatching tails
Standstill is the breeding ground of fear
Could be worse, we could show our tears
Could be worse