You're the prize fighter
We're the final blow
You're made of silver
We're tin and stone
Your success is measured in your smile
We're ghosts in the radio
Change the station
You're sick with the melody
From these songs filled with malady
The frequency decays
The song plays on
We swim against the tide in the hourgla**
And wonder how long we will last
We count the fallen acts as seasons pa**
And wonder how long we will last
(Start the minute hands in motion)
The doors they keep revolving
The poets keep on falling
We craft like thieves to bring you to your knees
I promise I'll be back
In the form of the victory lap
They never heard us coming
Hit the clock
I'm keeping time in rhythm and in rhyme
Singing our demise
While slow dancing on the shoreline