Time Dilations, Pt. 2 Songtext
von Rumbletramp

I′ve got one foot in next week
And crucial organs stuck three years into
The past is where I go when I can't sleep

And brother I ain′t sleeping much these days
These nervous thoughts won't go away
My muscles twitch from the anxiety

The only thing that's living in right now′s my empty bank account
Perpetually destined to stay that way
There′s gotta be a better way to make it through the day
A way to steal a few short hours of sweet peace

But the world keeps spinning round that stupid star
I wish it would decide that it has finally spun too far
Just give me time enough to sleep


I'm sick of suffocating underneath 23 years of PTSD
Nightmares, missing friends
And all the fucked up ways

You fucked me and my brain up but it′s so hard to make peace
When I see ghosts inside my bedroom
And I'm haunted in the streets

So tell me, why do human beings rage and rage against
The clocks that we created
All that ticking′s just the sound of your own cage

Like a sea of flipping calendars is the sound of your grave
Each empty day a drink to drink
To numb your aches and pains

The past will tear your head to fucking shreds
Cram it in a bottle till a bottle's all that′s left
And it'll rob you of your sleep