Cannonball

Turn around, a clear-water cleanse just to relapse the cycle in time
Hand me down to a place without fractures and no signs of actors, end line
I’ll keep it in my head, every increment
Do you wonder how much you can spend
Until you’re crashing to an end
Tear down the monument
No faces, no comment
Treasure a time well spent
A timeline rewritten, shattered and bitten
A cut from the pages, just torn into pieces again
I’ll keep it in my head, every increment
Do you wonder how much you can spend?
Until you’re crashing to a way out of this place that you call home
How’s it like feeling dead? How’s it like feeling dead?
How’s it like feeling dead? How’s it like feeling dead?
How’s it like feeling dead? How’s it like feeling dead?
How’s it like feeling dead? How’s it like feeling dead?
«Pennies don’t count»
«What the fuck do you mean pennies don’t count?»