A FLATLINE EXISTENCE




Do you really need your freedom?
The future that we built is at stake
The air is pure and the trees blossom
You gotta let'em be, either you bend or you break.
Is this the end of the world?
In any case it's a hell of a shitty year
When you thought it could't get worse
Some fucker's like "hold my beer"!


Hold my beer!


All I gotta do is stay away from my friends
All we get to do is face our flatline existence
When the shit hits the fan it's every man for himself
"Well I'll be damned, no more TP on the shelves!"


We've got no faith or control
We think we own the voodoo doll
We're playing God, but we're miserable
We're nothing more than animals


If we make it out alive, in the Aftermath,
Let's set a path and drive slow but far


We've got no faith or control
We think we own the voodoo doll
We're playing God, but we're miserable
We're nothing more than animals




Astray Astronauts band photo