Funeral For A Friend - Spinning Over The Island

It falls apart clockwork hearts running out
Rusted needle in the vein we all fall down
We find our place in circuitry
we worship our Gods
The TV screens we substitute
our lives for another
It's kill or be killed it's our nature
To give up control it's our failure
Like young lovers planting seeds
It's anarchy head down in shame
Seasons come seasons go and we grow old
Never learn from our mistakes
Around the crown we all fall down
Rusted people all in vain
corroding in the rain
A well made dream flog it down
Destroyed it for you
Your time well spent a living lie
That covers everything
It's kill or be killed it's our nature
To give up control it's our failure
Like our lovers planting seeds
It's anarchy head down in shame
Seasons come seasons
go and we grow old
Never learn from our mistakes never
Cross the river down we go
Hold me under
Hold your breath and play the part
Race towards the finish line
Cross the river down we go
Hold me under
Hold your breath and play the part
Race towards the finish line
Race towards the finish line
What's mine is yours and yours is mine
Race towards the finish line
What's mine is yours and yours is mine
Race towards the finish line
What's mine is yours and yours is mine
Race towards the finish line
And hope is something you have lost
The past is holding on and on
And hope is something you have lost
The past is holding on and on and on