Prosthetic Lost Cause - The Last Gang

Lined up, down ‘em

Feelings fade to black

Behind the lids it’s a desperating tale

No one hears if it’s never read aloud

Listen 'bout how I mumble in your sleep

Rotting out within unconsciousness

Inundate in the ethereal delay

Speak in tongues, indulge the densities

Embryonic to the point of no decay

Who’s in control of their singular temporal meltdown?

Are we simply mechanized to fail?

Pour one more

Sink or swim, I’ll likely drown

Lose control to the asier scheme

Now wak up and do it again

Eyes wide, shake off consequence

Brittle joints are a secondary sight

Bargain with the air of tender lines

It’s a trip to the beggar’s bottom shrine

Blurred out unwanted scenes

I saw myself on top

Blurred out unwanted scenes

I saw myself

Who’s in control of their singular temporal meltdown?

Are we simply mechanized to fail?

Pour one more

Sink or swim, I’ll likely drown

Lose control to the easier scheme

Now wake up and do it again

Blurred out unwanted scenes

I saw myself on top

Prosthetic lost cause digging into loose skin

Who’s in control of their singular temporal meltdown?

Are we simply mechanized to fail?

Pour one more

Sink or swim, I’ll likely drown

Lose control to the easier scheme

Now wake up and do it again