Shift of Dismay - Youth Code

As the sands of time fills the hourglass

The lines weighing on our face as the days pass

Panic setting in, our mortality

A picture-perfect reminiscence of what used to be

Like a car crash, like a car crash

The coiled serpent seared away by the sun

Like a car crash, like a car crash

A dead-eyed vision of what could have been done

Bloodshot restless nights, wings now clipped with age

The ghost of promise echoes louder at this tired stage

The teething of regret, clamps at wasted years

Imperative of shedding skin infused with future fears

Like a car crash, like a car crash

The coiled serpent seared away by the sun

Like a car crash, like a car crash

A dead-eyed vision of what could have been done

The paint dries quicker in a blurry shattered state

Waiting impatient for the end

For the scythe swings closer while pray for the cull

The grains slipping quick beneath the bends

It was all a waste, our presence in this place

We claw and writhe into the fire

Oh the burdens of our youth

Only longed for now deceased

The former flower dries and wilts with stale desire

It was all a waste, our presence in this place

It was all a waste, our presence in this place

It was all a waste, our presence in this place