"Bogus Journey" lyrics
"Bogus Journey"
It's all a matter of entropy
While I break apart entirely
Whatever might be left of me
Might mean something to someone
Now I'm all out of energy
My mouth can't be coaxed to speak
When you've fucked up at everything
You start thinking that's how it should be
Of all the possibilities
In infinite realities
This one eventuality
Is something that we share
Across a hundred million miles of space
The right time, and the perfect place
A burning hot piece of fate
Has struck my chest, and left me breathless
A tiny part
Of an endless place
There's so much space
It takes all of us just to hold it up
A tiny mark
On an endless page
(We leave our names)
We leave our names, and the rest just turns to dust
And now we're trapped
In an endless maze
A tiny part
Of an endless place
There's so much space
It takes all of us just to hold it up
A tiny mark
On an endless page
(We leave our names)
We leave our names, and the rest just turns, the rest just turns to dust
A tiny part
So much space
A tiny mark
Where we left our names
An endless place
It takes everyone
Just to hold it up
Who'll find what's left of us?
Writer(s): Jason Lubrano, Mike Bruno, Jesse Litwa, Gordon Lafler, Phil Douglas
- AZLyrics
- I
- Iron Chic Lyrics
album:
"The Constant One" (2013)
The End
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