Losing Touch
Dead to the World Lyrics


The pressure of expectation is like a knife at your throat.
Beg to escape as the arrow rips through your heart.
Conditioned by a life of lies.
Second guess what you know is right.
Wave your flag and accept defeat.
Follow fingers crossed. Eyes shut. Bent knees.

As you slip away.

Caught in the fists of a chaotic mess.
Follow a tradition bent on success.
The longer you wait, the deeper you get.
Dreams without intent are just fucking regret.

As the undertow sweeps you away.
There will be no time left.
There will be no air left in your lungs.
To get to the top.

Conditioned by a life of lies.

Accept your fate as you slip away.





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