FSH

Got 45 minutes and there’s nothing that you can’t hide.

External stressors gone but now there’s something on the inside.

Got a red and blue streak every mile that we go down.

I’m keeping my composure but there’s no way that I’ll slow down.

The color leaves your cheeks,

Your mind will wander; let’s just leave it alone,

But don’t let it get too close to your soul.

Fugal sights and sounds surround me now,

A gunshot chorus, way too loud.

Please don’t put him underneath the ground.

Tuck and roll! Let’s go!

Leave it all behind;

Better you than my mind.

On the floor! Go!

What are you trying to find?

Got sunset streaks coming in through the windshield.

Such a strange sensation that you’re thinking but you can’t feel.

Lights flash like an arcade, my mind’s racing.

I can get where I’ve been going but not what I’ve been chasing.

Fugal state takes hold, we lose control;

The lack of air just took its toll.

Are we too brash, are we too bold?

If I crash I’m broken tenfold.

You just keep moving like you do,

I focus in on the smell of your perfume,

‘Cause it’s not like we can leave the room.

Tuck and roll! Let’s go!

Leave it all behind;

Better you than my mind.

On the floor! Go!

What are you trying to find?

Tuck and roll! Let’s go!

Leave it all behind;

Better you than my mind.

On the floor! Go!

What are you trying to find?