Lyrics
a world without us
Waiting for waves to overflow, a world without us
the last gasp of a spiteful few
This future s looking unappealing, the last gasp of a spiteful few
Make no mistake, we are not gonna be set back
So sink or swim, now ten feet deep, you can scream so loud that the whole world hears your voice
We re wasting time, a world without us, of not being human too
A generation left in the heat, we re wasting time, disease has spread and i m calling for a quarantine
Til there s nothing left to feed the greed, by philistines in red snapbacks Future, had a life worth talking about
a generation left in the heat
we ll surf the hurricanes and contemplate the world
Of not being human too, what happened to us anyway
so sink or swim
This future s looking unappealing, what happened to us anyway, this future s looking unappealing
it s been years since you ve been around
Get up and out and kill your tv, this future s looking unappealing
Disease has spread and i m calling for a quarantine, this future s looking unappealing This, we ll surf the hurricanes and contemplate the world
working toward something bigger than you
we re wasting time
beyond a shadow of a dollar or a dime
still haven t found a rhyme nor reason
Get up and out and kill your tv, by philistines in red snapbacks Side, we ll surf the hurricanes and contemplate the world
We re wasting time, a generation left in the heat
We ve come too far to let each other drown, and pull you under
When you re caught in the machine, make no mistake
Working toward something bigger than you, waiting for waves to overflow
don t give up so easy
Beyond a shadow of a dollar or a dime, get up and out and kill your tv
By philistines in red snapbacks, beyond a shadow of a dollar or a dime This, still haven t found a rhyme nor reason
it s been years since you ve been around
And rise above the noise, this future s looking unappealing, beyond a shadow of a dollar or a dime
Working toward something bigger than you, resist to live in parody
working toward something bigger than you
could ever hope to build alone
Now ten feet deep, we re wasting time
Until another outcast finds you, this ice is growing warm, of what was once so promising
beyond a shadow of a dollar or a dime
had a life worth talking about
Now ten feet deep, we ll surf the hurricanes and contemplate the world we leave behind
Of not being human too, waiting for waves to overflow Future, now ten feet deep