concrete skin.

Concrete skin
In a hurricane
It’s just 30 seconds left to
Go insane
And we felt like ourselves but
So the same
Wake up
Find yourself in a
Another game

And all these days are bringing me down
And all these days are bathed in the sound
And these days I feel lost when I’m found
And these days you don’t see me around

It’s a good job
Just to pay the bills
But those 9-5s
Make you feel so ill
Constant escape outside
The window sill
And turn the radio up
And hope it kills