Downhill Racers

Hold your breath, dear 
This ship is going down 
We're all downhill 
Running with our timebombs 
These shins are cracked and splintered 
These lips are crusted shut 
These squinting eyes just sting me 
These veins are drying me up 

All my limbs 
They're just tools 
We're all stilted vechiles 
These joints rust 
These pores leak 
Time gets selfish 
Time is SPEED 

The sweetest dreams... have murdered me. They murdered me. They murdered me. 

Like the fear of unskilled labor in the nuclear family 
It's the nightmare of digression that engulfs a history 

All my limbs 
They're just tools 
Duplicated, mass produced 
Running down 
Losing speed 
Time escapes us 
Timing's everything. 
Everything. 

Everything... This is the tic in the heart 
Everything... This is the beating of the clock 
Everything... This is an absent blood clot 
Everything... These are the seconds that I've lost 
Everything... This is the slow-rush hour 
Everything's so rushed (This is the slow-rush... hour) 
Everything... This is the slow rush.