Testo Every Tense

To give yourself a little bit of hope's a lie, you said, "we're just spinning where we stand."
And if you cling to tokens for your life you find you wind up with imaginary men
Static transmit me to the other side of another room in pieces
Like a steady beating, the summer hurts
The telescopic pull of what you know's a lie, it's broken down 100,000 times
The parts collapse, in caving they're inside the atmosphere, we're carving out our names into the air
You are a runner, the steady balance as you're gaining in speed, a photograph to scale the thrashing of your feet
And it won't be over until the big, backhand of the sun, beats the tar out of the road you are on until it's won you, the summer hurts And as for all your suffering you won't escape the sting until you're buried in the ground
The beauty that you breathe into the air won't clear your name you have been sinning since the day you came around
You are a runner...