Description
Producer, Studio Producer: Jon Markson
Mastering Engineer: Mike Kalajian
Lyrics and translation
Original
A golden oracle in my face.
She said my path was twofold.
Do right and know her embrace or sleep on a park bench and die alone.
Nerves in need of puff and human touch, a pencil at ditches.
Heart rate is double bass, pupils are triple wide to take in the vision.
I held the future up to my eye.
I'm a visual learner.
But these goddamn cataracts, they make it all so blurry.
The car has to flip before I'll admit I was wrong to drive with my feet.
I need the gun to my cheek before I could see I was out of my mind. I held the future up to my eye.
I'm a visual learner.
But these goddamn cataracts, they make it all so blurry.
We're gonna die either way, I assure you.
Stop these shiny boxes of pine.
Fifty years and we're food for worms.
It all matters, just a matter of time.
English translation
A golden oracle in my face.
She said my path was twofold.
Do right and know her embrace or sleep on a park bench and die alone.
Nerves in need of puff and human touch, a pencil at ditches.
Heart rate is double bass, pupils are triple wide to take in the vision.
I held the future up to my eye.
I'm a visual learner.
But these goddamn cataracts, they make it all so blurry.
The car has to flip before I'll admit I was wrong to drive with my feet.
I need the gun to my cheek before I could see I was out of my mind. I held the future up to my eye.
I'm a visual learner.
But these goddamn cataracts, they make it all so blurry.
We're gonna die either way, I assure you.
Stop these shiny boxes of pine.
Fifty years and we're food for worms.
It all matters, just a matter of time.