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lirik lagu jason cole - catacombs

[chorus: jason cole]
crawling down the rabbit hole through the catacombs
in a cataclysmic culture of apocalyptic battle drones
always going home trying to forget
purgatory, where you’ve been, and all the demons that you’ve met
complacently placed and encased in a maze
escapism, hatred, engrained in the face
in case it was fate to be late for the wake
forsaken the pain so they wait by the grave

[verse: jason cole]
tick tock, tick tock. your time will never come
eternity is knocking at the clock and kicking drums
drip drop, drip drop. thеy’re lying from the tongue
whilе i’m burning up in rocking chairs and ripping out my lungs
it’s kinda hard to breathe when your arteries are hardening
and parting like the sea while everybody else is partying
pardon me but i don’t wanna see the part of me
that’s up to par with scarring hearts and hardly ever harvesting
if you pick the crops too early then they’ll spoil and rot
timing is crucial to be prepared up in a boiling pot
scalding water at the start but turns to molten lava
as it’s getting hotter. lose your spark then it’s a cold mañana
stay suspended in the present. yesterday is over with
and if you focus on tomorrow, today is overloaded with
passed opportunities and missed appreciation
vast insecurities and static in the station
[chorus: spike roscoe and jason cole]
i’m crawling down the rabbit hole in the catacombs
in a cataclysmic culture of apocalyptic battle drones
always going home trying to forget
purgatory, where you’ve been, and all the demons that you’ve met
complacently placed and encased in a maze
escapism, hatred, engrained in the face
in case it was fate to be late for the wake
forsaken the pain so they wait by the grave

[verse: spike roscoe]
history repeats, deceives, repeats again
these messages are evil, deleting all my friends
the mask is but a mirror with an added effect
to enhance the victim’s looks, now they’re free to infect
wake up! in their sleep, so deep, asleep again
unable to tell if i’m awake or this is death
a medley of toxins dance around in my head
blurring my eyesight. can only see in black and red
and if i were to break away again
the entire cavalry would be after my head
with everything i know, along with everything i’ve said
i’m hiding in the catacombs. i really should have fled
yeah, i really should have fled
my blood is their wine and their bread is my flesh
picking away at my fears and regrets
on a train without brakes, headed toward the cliff’s edge
[chorus: jason cole and spike roscoe]
i’m crawling down the rabbit hole through the catacombs
in a cataclysmic culture of apocalyptic battle drones
always going home trying to forget
purgatory, where you’ve been, and all the demons that you’ve met
complacently placed and encased in a maze
escapism, hatred, engrained in the face
in case it was fate to be late for the wake
forsaken the pain so they wait by the grave

[verse: jason cole]
drowning out the purity of clarity and patience
let it rattle, be ready to be a victim of invasion
slow the cerebellum down and take a break to breathe
don’t even know what they’re yelling about but all the people scream
nothing but a lapse in synaptic plasticity
stuffing up the aftermath drastically battling history
bound to repeat itself if a lesson isn’t learned
and the sound of a ringing bell in the distance isn’t heard
the sprockets, cogs, and minute hand won’t stop for any man
on and off the chopping block, a victim’s petty plans
blame it on the outside influence of society
or take responsibility and try to see sobriety
hindsight is twenty~twenty. forgiveness isn’t given
blindsided by the plenty muddy mighty vision
inside mind and body is a soul above the driven
so decide if you envision liberation or a prison
[chorus: spike roscoe]
i’m crawling down the rabbit hole through the catacombs
in a cataclysmic culture of apocalyptic battle drones
always going home trying to forget
purgatory, where you’ve been, and all the demons that you’ve met
i’m crawling down the rabbit hole through the catacombs
in a cataclysmic culture of apocalyptic battle drones
always going home trying to forget
purgatory, where you’ve been, and all the demons that you’ve met

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