The speed of light could not get me out of here fast enough...
Where the time stands still, the surface falls in ruins.

Make it impossible not to partake,
so it will continue to work so horribly effective.

Tables turned and bridges burned...
What a strange life this is.
Here, I never win...
Half empty again.
When it's 8 and 4, I'm crawling in my skin.

And the whip of the power trip bitch rips the life right off my back.
I swim towards the eye of the storm, where it's warm.

Make it impossible not to partake,
so it will continue to work so horribly effective.

Tables turned and bridges burned...
What a strange life this is.
Here, I never win...
Half empty again.
When it's 8 and 4, I'm crawling in my skin.

Brilliant, don't you think?

Tables turned and bridges burned...
What a strange life this is.
Here, I never win...
Half empty again.
When it's 8 and 4, I'm crawling in my skin.

Brilliant, don't you think?


Lyrics submitted by UndergroundMusicFan

Breakdown Lane [Travel Weekdays] song meanings
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