The Steins - Something's Fishy

Passengers lead the way
Think this time, it'll be okay
Questions turn like time
You realize that you're afraid to die
The walls are closing in
And you gotta make your way
But you're frozen in place

Looking in the eyes
The faces getting blurry
You think that it's time to get out in a hurry
The world is spinning out of control

You find yourself at the bar
This weekend warrior's days are long
You're searching for the first excuse to make your move
All the while perusing the room for you next recluse

Written by:
Cameron Bostwick, Daniel Garcia, Robert Ramirez, Victor Rodriguez

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