Untitled 2007 Album Track 8 by Cease Upon The Capitol Lyrics
Believe in the future
It’s the only way time will progress
Believe in progress
It is the only choice for us
Start, the end is so bad
Sell the things that you buy
When I’m not dead
Planes that float off the ground
And cancer with all that they’ve found
I don’t stand a chance
I’m guessing the day that I’ll have to pay
For worrying about the check
The hurt of forget, of character bets
But you’re still singing someone’s praises
Hemorrhaging from weaker links, I’m not licking my wounds
Now we’re facing the sound, and now we’re listening
Hemorrhaging from weaker links, I’m not licking my wounds
Now we’re facing the sound, and now we’re listening
In the dark, all you can really do is just feel around
Run those fingers across the textures
I think your fingernails have found a small hole
Work ‘em in
This small hole
This small hole
This small hole
This small hole is gaping, is gaping
This small hole is gaping
It’s the only way time will progress
Believe in progress
It is the only choice for us
Start, the end is so bad
Sell the things that you buy
When I’m not dead
Planes that float off the ground
And cancer with all that they’ve found
I don’t stand a chance
I’m guessing the day that I’ll have to pay
For worrying about the check
The hurt of forget, of character bets
But you’re still singing someone’s praises
Hemorrhaging from weaker links, I’m not licking my wounds
Now we’re facing the sound, and now we’re listening
Hemorrhaging from weaker links, I’m not licking my wounds
Now we’re facing the sound, and now we’re listening
In the dark, all you can really do is just feel around
Run those fingers across the textures
I think your fingernails have found a small hole
Work ‘em in
This small hole
This small hole
This small hole
This small hole is gaping, is gaping
This small hole is gaping