Let me open your eyes
I want you to see the sky
We are running out of time
Legend says it's almost the end of the line
Walking through the meadow
It's just plastic and some metal
Disposable society
Marble hearts are pounding
Scared to death of its surroundings
Fill up my anxiety
Feel the west coast breeze
And the sun on your cheeks
We're controlled by our fear
And it's getting to me
I wanna show you the blanket of snow
And see you shaking from head to toe
Walking through the meadow
It's just plastic and some metal
Disposable society
Marble hearts are pounding
Scared to death of its surroundings
Fill up my anxiety
