[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1]
Another episode, behind the tainted screen
A choking victim of its own vomit, naturally
A scary horror show, that starts to speak too slow
And then it makes it clear, that it will disappear

[Chorus]
We're always sinking
An endless circle
We're always sinking
An endless circle

[Verse 2]
Another heart attack, so never turn your back
On other sightless sights, on all the endless nights
It never occurred to you when always looking up
That when it gets to you, nausea will resume

[Chorus]
We're always sinking
An endless circle
We're always sinking
An endless circle
[Post-Chorus]
An awful feeling
An awful feeling
An awful feeling
An awful feeling

[Outro]
Moving forward, nothing's over
Static sentence; soundless, anxious
No momentum, no dilemma
Never stated, nothing's sacred