Everlasting Crash

Another day another fight

I'm on my back, I'm feeling fine

I hear you whistle from that hill

I won't take another bite

Put your melody aside

It's all that hustle down the hill

Oh my fist is feeling tight

No I won't lose another fight

You guess the distance

That's right, I am near

I won't pay another dime

I'm on a back, I'm feeling fine

You guess the distance

That's right, I am near

Deal with the watchmen

Tearing the raindrops

Down with a melody

Think of the last stroke

Next to the grass yard

Ring in your memory

I see the top red light

I got trouble on my mind

I'm way too fast, too late to brake

See the rubber and the glass

Like a splinter of the past

Way too close

Way too deep down in my eye

Deal with the watchmen

Tearing the raindrops

Down with a melody

Think of the last stroke

Next to the grass yard

Ring in your memory

Deal with the watchmen

Tearing the raindrops

Down with a melody

Think of the last stroke

Next to the grass yard

Ring in your memory