Into It. Over It. - No Amount of Sound lyrics

Footsteps They followed mother's d**h They followed suit and peeled the paint off the walls Behind a metal desk Inside a modern mausoleum You have found you calling, calling for fall No amount of sound could make us fade the way you're fading now Lost weight Current emotional states left folding gold under a florescent light It's a touch agoraphobic I suggested catatonic, hypochondriac's suggestions Wait I held your hand I drew a line in the sand I couldn't bare to think you're losing your mind But when the red flags bolted up is when your outlook started shifting Just a shift requires valued time You need to write this down No amount of sound could make us fade the way you're fading now When will you fade out? Footsteps They followed mother's d**h They followed suit and peeled the paint off the walls