Max Hedman - The Races

This is the end of the start and the start of the end
This is the end of our part in the races my friend
By this time next summer you won't see these faces again
The hollowed out silicon skins we once inhabited

And you run, run, run, run
And try to catch your newborn son
But he never comes
He never comes
And you drive, drive, drive, drive
Searching for a long lost friend
In hope that one day
You'll feel once again

These headphones are made of silence
A pillow fortress made of straw
Inside a prophet with no guidance
A lioness with a cub held in her jaw
How long has time been taking pictures?
I could've sworn I didn't blink
I fiddle around with the light fixtures
I pour a mixture of pills into the sink

I don't even know you
But I feel as thought the man that stutters told you
That the only color I can see is green
I know what I have seen
An apron labeled "taken" held together by machines
I don't even know you
But I feel as thought the man that stutters told you
That the only color I can see is green
I know what I have seen
An apron labeled "taken" held together by machines

And you run, run, run, run
And try to catch your newborn son
But he never comes
He never comes
And you drive, drive, drive, drive
Searching for a long lost friend
In hope that one day
You'll feel once again

This is the end of the start and the start of the end
This is the end of our part in the races my friend
By this time next summer you won't see these faces again
The hollowed out silicon skins we once inhabited

Written by:
Max Hedman

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