Psycore - A Future Gone Fishing Lyrics
too busy not having a life to liveslow-motion is silver, silence is goldwe don't need a future until we get oldinside i'm soft, outside it's coldwe odn't need a future until we get oldpresent and past in constant competitionforming a reluctant, regressive coalitiona mutated ambition in sedated conditionmaking "making my mind up" someone else's decisionwhy rush tomorrow to bloom and unfoldwe don't need a future until we get oldto save me i put my personality on holdwe don't need a future until we get oldblurred vision, a future gone fishingi live inside an intermissiontoo busy not having a life to have time to liveyesterday choke tomorrow when callingall there is, is gravityand the fear of falling