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

We're always sinking, an endless circle
We're always sinking, an endless circle

Another heart attack
So never turn your back on other sightless sights
On all the endless nights
It never occured to you when always looking up
That when it gets to you, nausea will resume

We're always sinking, an endless circle
We're always sinking, an endless circle

An awful feeling, an awful feeling
An awful feeling, an awful feeling

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