When you sit alone at night
Do you feel like you're losing the fight
That every word you just recite
'Cause nothing ever feels quite right
Temporary gratifications
Dulling our senses with affectations
A simulated dream of sensation
Stunted with a lack of situation
There's no going back, time to cast the die
They'll remember us if we make it out alive
History is written under the ashen skies
The same stars will burn away through the night
We are all born to die
We'll burn, but we burn twice as bright
What'll you do with your life
Will you go down or will you fight
Our time is short, no matter how we spend it
Easy dopamine hits, that shit is endless
The storm is coming, no point in pretending
Sink or swim in the eye of the tempest
When you sit alone at night
Do you feel like you're losing the fight
That every word you just recite
'Cause nothing ever feels quite right
Temporary gratifications
Dulling our senses with affectations
A simulated dream of sensation
Stunted with a lack of situation