Feathercraft - Same Old Sickness Lyrics

Same old sickness, the most familiar one of all
Can't f*cking heal, fill the open cuts with salt
Don't know what I expected
Time unpaid, time unpaid and not accrued
Two for him, two for him and none for you
Don't know what you expected

Rip off the filaments and burn off my tongue
This dying engine's exhaust fills these lungs

All the doors gestured too have long since shut
All the windows just too high and too well-locked
Man, it sure looks nice outside
Haunted by warm sunlight you'll never feel
Haunted by sweeter air you'll never breathe
(But it's) a lovely painting of a landscape

Rip off the filaments and burn off my tongue
This dying engine's exhaust fills these lungs

Wave good-bye to the bureaucrat
"Don't I wish it was as simple as that"