Time Keeps on Slipping Into the (Cosmic) Future

Iron Chic

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The cycle goes on and on
An endless circle of scaring the shit outta me
As we get strung along
Dragged till were nothing but cosmic debris

If there's something wrong
Then there's somethin' wrong with everything
And what spurs us on
Will pull us apart

We're just tryin' to find our place
Or fight our way through a four-dimensional space
And our reward for this
Is not knowing why we exist

If there's nothing wrong
Then there's nothing wrong with anything
And what spurs us on
Will pull us apart

Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

If I can ask one thing when I am dead, would you (woah-oh)
(Woah-oh) lay me down by the river bed, and just
(Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) let me wash away
Let it take me back from where I came
'Cause all I am and all I was is just (woah-oh)
(Woah-oh) blood and dirt and bones and mud, and I'm
(Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) better off that way
I'm better off that way

If I can ask one thing when I am dead, would you
Lay me down by the river bed, and just
Let me wash away
Let it take me back from where I came
'Cause all I am and all I was is just
Blood and dirt and bones and mud, and I'm
Better off that way
I'm better off that way