Hurry - Strand of Oaks

All your distractions

Pointless reactions just to hurry

Under blankets of reason

Trying all I can not worry I’m letting you down

But you’re fooling me

I think you’re fooling me

I’m moving to the city in my dreams

Cerebral compulsiveness

Instinctual loneliness and worry

Bring your pyros, your heroes

Hurry

But you’re fooling

I think you’re fooling me

I’m dissolving, into the fog

This world’s not meant for me

This world’s not meant for me

Till our bodies go back to the water

Till the fire burns to the sea

Till our bodies go back to the water

Till the fire burns to the sea

Till our bodies go back to the water

Till the fire burns to the sea

This world’s not meant for me

This world’s not meant for me

This world’s not meant for me

This world’s not meant for me

This world’s not meant for me

This world

This world

This world

This world

This world’s not meant for me

This world