Dead End - Fuck the Facts

Does that writing on the wall tell us it’s not true?

Less time to decide, clocks are burning.

We’re now thrown together.

There are few chances for a tomorrow.

We’re not holding on.

The curse is short but binding.

The curse never ends.

Last chance, claim your dependence.

Don’t settle on what you’ve become.

What I see is you and what you are doing.

What I see in you;

all the damage that has been done.

No one knows.

Last chance to damn and shout with a gun in your mouth.

The curse is growing stronger.

The curse has taken over.

The curse is going nowhere ever.

We’re lost in this, dead-end.

The curse has knocked us down.

Strengthened with our flaws.

The curse is us, and everything.

We’re lost in this, dead-end.