Rushing

作词 : 怕繁杂 Polyphozia

作曲 : 怕繁杂 Polyphozia

编曲 : 怕繁杂 Polyphozia

Rushing

Watch the people come up.

Entering dead without your head.

Lost in art.

And you still put that tooth

under the bed.

Rushing to it.

The blood’s rushing in 3D.

Your brain’s in a bin of hard liquid

with a leaking heart.

And you still hope it’s true-true

when you know it’s pretend.

Canned, we’re alone,

crammed and stowed,

down below. Sold.

The people keep rushing.

Keep on rushing...

to wait.