Indefinite - Brigades

Are we so unknown, and is it indefinite?

In a world so alone, born here to die in it.

We trade our souls for symmetry and sugar coated remedies.

Are we so unknown, and is it indefinite?

Shot nerves, hurt feelings.

Eyes tacked to the ceiling.

Line hooked and I’m reeling.

It’s time I started living.

(Started living.)

The pendulum, it’s swinging.

The sound of bronze is ringing.

I’ve still got air in my lungs, there’s got to be a meaning.

Are we so unknown, and is it indefinite?

In a world so alone, born here to die in it.

We trade our souls for symmetry and sugar coated remedies.

Are we so unknown, and is it indefinite?