Cities And Headlights

Failsafe UK

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I'm stuck, down here with my hands tied on the floor surrounded by moonlight. Cascade, I fall from the hillside. Swept away, i suffer the landslide. The rush of cities and headlights is reborn to mellae? of human cries, but its too late to prise open shut eyes to see more of the world that we've chastised.

Well, where did we go wrong? The past is engraved and set in stone for us to keep- we've suffered the worst of it.

I'm stuck down here with my hands tied on the floor surrounded by eager eyes. Its too late to question our lifestyles, swept away, i suffer the landslide.

Pick yourself off the ground. Remove the shackles from around your perforated skin.

There's no solution if you forget what you've done, you need to find the route of every problem.