Lyrics

Flashlights and magazines, late night's anatomy
Waiting up until my little sister falls asleep

Hands cold and trembling, holding tightly to the sink
Waiting for the water to be warm enough to
Rinse my weathered face. Gotta wash this grimace away

My eyes wrapped in vanity in privatized academies
Teachers in tuxedos taking bribes behind the scenes

But flashbacks and family can only make the past repeat
Can't help but wonder if I'll ever live to see the day
When we all give in to the rain and dissolve

Relax, it’s fantasy
The anima of color, a carnival that’s on a screen
And though the mind will never know

Your scary older brother’s waiting up and laying stones
On your road