Downhill Racers Lyrics - Such Blinding Stars For Starving Eyes - Cursive

Hold your breath, dear 

This ship is going down 

We're all downhill 

Running with our timebombs 

These shins are cracked and splintered 

These lips are crusted shut 

These squinting eyes just sting me 

These veins are drying me up 

All my limbs 

They're just tools 

We're all stilted vechiles 

These joints rust 

These pores leak 

Time gets selfish 

Time is SPEED 

The sweetest dreams... have murdered me. They murdered me. They murdered me. 

Like the fear of unskilled labor in the nuclear family 

It's the nightmare of digression that engulfs a history 

All my limbs 

They're just tools 

Duplicated, mass produced 

Running down 

Losing speed 

Time escapes us 

Timing's everything. 

Everything. 

Everything... This is the tic in the heart 

Everything... This is the beating of the clock 

Everything... This is an absent blood clot 

Everything... These are the seconds that I've lost 

Everything... This is the slow-rush hour 

Everything's so rushed (This is the slow-rush... hour) 

Everything... This is the slow rush.