Disaster

Goddamn take a look at myself I think I'm over my head

Like anyone else who's the same when they're dead then they're sane it's a trend

Goddamn take a look at myself

I can't control what I found

Conditional low hits the fan

What I hold in my hand hits the ground

Disaster

What I'm after

That feeling

That holds you down

Disaster

I guess I'm already found

I am what I can't understand Whatever cuts in again

Like letting the sun hit escape like a square is its shape in the end

I can't even run to the sky I'm never meant for goodbye

I'll reel it all in take a ride just to fit in the side

Call again and again

I'm constantly dreaming

That were on the way down

Everyone thinks we're all running

Away from the ground