Texty: Falling Blind. Comets.

We're killing ourselves, and we know
Yet we can't escape the air
And seeing this all come to pass
We're convinced that we won't last
So seeing these patterns, we act like it don't matter
Apathy is our tomb
Beyond all our reasons, watching changes in seasons
Here we sit as it falls

I wanna see, the comets fall to the ground
I wanna be there when it all comes down
I wanna see the blood that stained on their hands

I just wanna be, I can't understand

So watch it go dark now
We can't take it back now
Sit relaxed as it burns
You say you want out now
Gotta save yourself somehow
Case and point you reap what you sow