Mixtape Nostalgia Lyrics

A thousand steps into formation

Die for this rotten foundation

Whose mangled hands are here to decide all for us

Look fashionable, couture apathy

Get paid to glorify

This broken gospel is made of glass and you should swallow it

The nostalgia's gone away

At least pretend there's no love in your violence

Give me a fucking reason as to why you should be worth believing in

The streets are drowning

Is the blood you swim in

Underneath multi layers of plastic?

We lay inside our modern tombs

And so you go on

Soaked in uniform and you march home

March on home

In this no man's land we're all dying to live in

The tragedy of the season starts to bloom

The block will shake when they can't breathe anymore

You've got me way beyond feeling sick

How much more could you disgust me?

This broken gospel is made of glass and you should swallow it

The nostalgia's gone away

At least pretend there's no love in your violence

And you've gone on and on for far too long

Tied to the cross you bare

Laying waste to faces

Now names without homes

Will it happen again?

You feel nothing, we feel everything

You feel nothing, we feel every fucking thing

Now we'll feel every single thing