Letras:Furnace. Gravity Distorition Time Displacement Unit. Astronaut.

We put ourselves in this standstill
We dedicate most of our younger lives
Dreaming big and settling for less
We slowly sink into hardening ground, we don't fight it
Pull the strings, fit the mold
The further we get the less we see, the less we hear
We're all shutting down and no ones cares
It's just over the bend, we don't have a fighting chance
Living week to week, day to day
We breathe it in
We can't wake up
Striving, working to be content
The pressure it's building, we're in over our heads
Drawing maps and diagrams
Our stories told before we're born