The Slow Phase Out - MotorPsycho

There’s nothing I can do to begin to understand

I wouldn’t dare to get near that quicksand

I’m watching your thrills from my home in the hills

To me it seems so bland

I look down from my mountain, see lives passing by

On that four lane deep stir-fry

Seeking sainthood, seeing human driftwood, I feel like an alien spy

Why do you do the things you do?

Why do you do the things you do, you say…

There’s no single reason, it just happened that way

Now my mind is turning into clay

All of my days drift by in a daze while I wish myself away

The blood on my hands will never fully dry, I mislaid my alibi

The grail lost its sheen, now I just feel unclean

Decomposing with a sigh

Why do you do the things you do?

Why do you do the things you do, you say…

Withdraw to where I’m free from doubt

To simmer in this slow phaseout (Beyond the point of caring)

To simmer in this slow phaseout (Awoken from these dreams)

There’s nothing I can do to begin to understand

I wouldn’t dare to get near that quicksand

I’m watching your thrills from my home in the hills

To me it seems so bland

Why do you do the things you do?

Why do you do the things you do, you say…

Withdraw to where I’m free from doubt

To simmer in this slow phaseout

Why do you do the things you do

Withdraw to where I’m free from doubt

To simmer in this slow phaseout

Why do you do the things you do, you say…