And They’re Off Songtext
von The Flatliners

By the way
My head is fucking pounding something vicious
It′s a treat to be surviving in this moment
Set foot in the past
Keep planning now for the future
Just let the present rot
After pulling out its sutures
Screaming at the sight of it
But not moving out of its way
Slowly burn inside of this failure
Belabour the point away
Catastrophe
Sitting on the shoulders of what used
What used to be
The horse we're betting on′s already dead


So what's the use?
Find your place to sit so deep inside the sadness
The luxury or whatever is left of it
Is rightly out of reach
From our greedy thieving fingers
With one foot in the grave
Our trigger finger's got the itch
Screaming at the sight of it
But still standing right in its way
Burning now inside of this failure
Belabour the point away
Catastrophe
Sitting on the shoulders of what′s been
What used to be
The horse we′re betting on's already dead