DESCRIPTION:
The latest single from Bootlegs of the Untitled Band's forthcoming untitled EP about driving.

It's about the expectations and observations made when you wake up in the morning.

LYRICS:
Gasping. Punches through the air.
Throw my breakfast. Tie my shoes.
Turn the ignition. Time to drive.
Turn off brain. We'll race for the prize.
It's taken centuries to get where we are.
We'll fall in line like soldier ants.
Like pimples on a hillside's face
A disconnected human race.

I'm just waiting for the sun to crash.
I'm just waiting for you to say you don't love me in that way.
Following lines right off the cliff. We aren't pawns. This ain't a game.
Everything sure looks the same. Cataloged. Dissect my brain.

It's all something, but I see nothing.
It's all something, but I see nothing.
It's all something, but I see nothing.
It's all something, but I see nothing.

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