Cursive Downhill Racers Lyrics

Downhill Racers Lyrics

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.