The Destination by Frowser Lyrics

Expose the glow for what it is
Rub on that shine till dull
And lifeless, strong in a crisis
Prepare your hair for judgement day
Put on that face mask anyway
Because somehow, maybe, there's a reason
Rewind to all hurt you gave
Buckled and twisted with glee
You sat there, sprawled in my armchair
The sky backed down as that red mist rose
Exchanging those gnarly beads for toes
Because somehow, maybe, there's a reason for your anonymity

Has the TV taken your feet
Has that armchair strapped you down with strips of apathy
If that is so it's time to rеason with war
Cleanse your hands of the thoughts that you had
And watch your candlе burning slowly down there
To the handle of that gun you're holding
That you did not know you're holding
My god they're scarred, they're charred
And they threw away their brains today
Wide eyed we drove ourselves to the destination
My bad feet take me home
Wide eyed we drove ourselves to the brink of extinction
My bed feet take me home... help them
Bleed and regret your chances