Glide

Not on a side

They've seen so much their instinct overrides

Overcompensate for the lack of the

Faint detail of the insane bother

Pertains to your humble posture

Feed your monster, make him scared

There's no oxygen in this air

Dreams won't come true

Not worth going through

Not looked forward to

Thoughts can't save you

And if you regret your move

They will still be there

Promises are good enough

But they have never cared [x2]

Dreams won't come true

Not worth going through

Not looked forward to

Thoughts can't save you

And if you regret your move

They will still be there

Promises are good enough

But they have never cared

(Feed your monster, make him scared

There's no oxygen in this air)