Mad Season -

In the modern design

Complications arise

Symptoms suffered inside

Only help us to hide the speed of the fall

And the silence of my walls

It’s getting away from me

It’s getting away from me

Another simple mistake

Shows how softly we break

All the pills that I take

Never quiet the quaking of my veins

As I chase it down the drain

It’s getting away from me

It’s getting away from me

I tell a bitter lie

One that you can’t deny

You’ll never take me back alive

I want to feel it

Fill the sky full of trees

The living image of me

Never setting it free

Legends lead me to see the well beaten way

And become the penitent prey

It’s getting away from me

It’s getting away from me

I tell a bitter lie

One that you can’t deny

You’ll never take me back alive

I want to feel it

It’s getting away from me

It’s getting away from me