We will not be trapped by the days of old
I will not give up until I’m grey and gold
and live up to what I’ve said and told you
the image will be reborn tenfold
is there anything we dont eventually have to let go?
or is everything being sucked up into black hole
nothing can escape the gravitational force of regret
and the sorry repercussion of remorse, dont forget
the photogenic kodak moment blurs
a picture that says a thousand words
somehow it seems like I’m never sure
paradise on a travel brochure
no cure for this feeling I’ve got
I never woulda thought, that I never woulda thought
about a lotta things I thought i woulda never forgot
(dont stop) its like that, photoshop
twist off bottle, america’s next top model [bad word] off like I’m living in Toronto
just get me to the next stop pronto
I wreck shop with Ceschi on the bongo [bad word] my heart goes dumb, my heart [bad word] bitty bam
and Danny dont rap yo! 

(ceschi / verse 2)

“we will not be trapped by the days of old
I will not give up until I’m gray and gold”
but I’ll 
try my best 
to never fully forget 
the contours of your face 
under midnight sweat
in a rat nest room
you were passing through
like the flash on a polaroid 
“hi, how are you?”
Ok?
I don’t really care, as long we never “play cards with satan”
we’ll have nothing here to fear
it’s so wonderful to tear little pieces of flesh and make them
into the invincible 
we’ll elaborate the molding until they [bad word] oceans
all the pretty colors are still there
bright and beautifully blinding as ever.
some things last lifetimes
some things are ephemeral 
your face on my mind has been engraved into every nugget of brain cell
“some things last a long time”
some things are soon done
your taste on my tongue has been injected into each one of its taste buds.