When was the last time you truly felt exhilarated and free?

Personally, it was when I was a teenager, before this period of the world began.

I would like to feel this way again someday,

and under the current circumstances of the world, it is looking pretty bleak.

We don't know where to find that voice, a semblance, a piece of when you were young,

when your eyes were crushing probes looking towards the future.

Someone put windows in cement walls to look out on cement buildings.

Someone put plastic cars on highways to look out at pruned forests.

The earth wraps us in its rotting arms

And speaks in whispers of its wind

In candlelight basements and underneath bridges

We’re just looking for a break from the Breakdown

I was a child with an ache in my chest.

Youth culture and plastic interactions.

I'm just trying to get by while the world breaks down.

When the past dies, but the symbology remains, the present can't live up to its past.

Pale skies weep for the world’s music and its songs,

Trying to unravel in a fashionable way, I had hoped to end up a new person.

All the pastel ads are begging to uproot me.

The sky breaks above a polluted sea

And plastic floats inside your bloodstream

In candlelight basements and underneath bridges

We’re just looking for a break from the Breakdown

The earth wraps us in its rotting arms

And speaks in whispers of its wind

In candlelight basements and underneath bridges

We’re just looking for a break from the Breakdown