The Things That We Don't Talk About - Press To Meco

I felt the thought compose

Shot down to mull it over alone

All the things we don’t talk about

They play upon my mind

I heard your mantra

I sung your hymn

Spawned in accordance to my programming

We’re shooting through the infinite

Trying to forget, to forget, to forget

Tiptoeing on a tightrope

Caught between realities

And what we’re choosing to see

In the end will we awake and will we say

«Oh what a wild ride

Heart, lungs and brain confined inside

Such a small and soft shell

I felt fear

I felt the pull of time»

I heard your mantra (I heard your mantra)

I sung your hymn (I sung your hymn)

Spawned in accordance to my programming

Are we a fragment of one collected thing?

Do we self destruct every time just to start again?

We’re shooting through the infinite

Trying to forget, to forget, to forget

Tiptoeing on a tightrope

Caught between realities

And what we’re choosing to see

All the things that we don’t talk about

We’re shooting through the infinite

Trying to forget, to forget, to forget

We’re shooting through the infinite

Trying to forget, to forget, to forget

We’re shooting through the infinite

Trying to forget, to forget, to forget

We’re shooting through the infinite

Trying to forget, to forget

All the things that we don’t talk about