Cursive - Downhill Racers

Hold your breath, dear
This ship is going down
We're all downhill
Running with our time-bombs
These shins are cracked and splintered
These lips are crusted shut
These squinting eyes just sting me
These veins are drying me up

All my limbs
They're just tools
We're all stilted vehicles
These joints rust
These pores leak
Time gets selfish
Time is speed

The sweetest dreams
Have murdered me
They murdered me
They murdered me

Like the fear of unskilled labor
In the nuclear family
It's the nightmare of digression
That engulfs a history

All my limbs
They're just tools
Duplicated, mass-produced
Running down
Losing speed
Time escapes us
Timing's everything
Everything

Everything
This is the tic in the heart
Everything
This is the beating of the clock
Everything
This is an absent blood clot
Everything
These are the seconds that I've lost
Everything
This is the slow-rush hour
Everything's so rushed (this is the slow-rush hour)
Everything
This is the slow rush

Written by:
Clint Frederick Schnase, Matthew Ryan Maginn, Steve Mark Pedersen, Tim Kasher

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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