New Syndrome
Our lives are like an open shutter
As more light comes in, at the edges thing start to fade
They call it death by exposure, it's not a new syndrome
Forever more open lives... forever more wide
Elevate it to the crux of my life
This is the place where I'm defined
We went to the water to cleanse our minds
Like glacial runoff, blank spiritually
Do you still want to be this kind of free?
Writer/s: Alpine Decline
