Spinning Over the Island

Never abandon broken cards, burning out.
Lusted people in the face, rain the fuck down.
We find our place in circuitry, we watch it burn out.
The TV screens we substitute our lives for another.

It's kill or be killed,
It's our nature.
To give up control,
It's our failure.

Like our lovers planting seeds,
It's anarchy, head down in shame.
Seasons come as seasons go and
We grow old, never learn from our mistakes.

You're on the ground, rain the fuck down.
Trusting people all in vain, corroding in the rain.
A well-made dream, flog it down, destroyed it for you.
Your time well spent, a living lie that covers everything.

It's kill or be killed,
It's our nature.
To give up control,
It's our failure.

Like our lovers planting seeds,
It's anarchy, head down in shame.
Seasons come as seasons go and
We grow old, never learn from our mistakes.

Never...

Cross the river, down we go, hold me under.
Hold your breath, and play the part, race towards the finish line.
Cross the river, down we go, hold me under.
Hold your breath, and play the part, race towards the finish line.

Race towards the finish line,
What's mine is yours and yours is mine.

Race towards the finish line,
What's mine is yours and yours is mine.
Race towards the finish line,
What's mine is yours and yours is mine.

Race towards the finish line.

And hope is something you have lost,
The past is holding on and on.
And hope is something you have lost,
The past is holding on and on and on.