It's all in your head
Filled with bad intentions
but alas, we're all self-medicated
as we swoon ourselves from the past
What a world it could be, if we could
feel the sense of things
get out, get out
we are all just pretending
as it circulates
empires will be ruined
I felt weak
my knees were buckling
we struggled to see change as being authoritive
and are we capable of aspiring for more
as dense it is, we need cleansing
What a world it could be, if we could
feel the sense of things
get out, get out
we are all just pretending
as it circulates
empires will be ruined
We are the ones that could see
We are the ones that could free
us, ourselves
Could we disappear?
Distance ourselves
we are the estranged
What a world it could be, if we could
feel the sense of things
get out, get out
we are all just pretending
as it circulates
empires will be ruined
credits
from Weekend On Jupiter,
released August 10, 2013
Zander Grey - Vox, Guitar
Tra Milburn - Guitar
Matt Melanson - Bass
Aaron Moody - Piano/Keys
Clint Kephart - Drums
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