Like a finger pointing at the moon

Obscuring all in its way

Got caught up in your own fantasy

This dog has had its heyday

Mortal, human

Must be strange to be so common

Mortal, broken

Just in time to be forgotten

Mortal, not immortal anymore

I guess it seemed that it would last forever

You only had to wake up and live it large

But that was way too hard

Now you’re just a hiccup

Mortal, human

Reality has caught you nappin’

Mortal, broken

Hey, but how could this shit happen

Mortal, after all

There might be a tear stained pillow in the morning

But baby’s got it made tonight

A rum soaked icon in the hallway

Baby’s had a real good ride (night)

I don’t believe in anything

But holding my possessions

It’s not a thing to fret about

It’s just a slight obsession

Doesn’t really matter when I will always be…

Immortal, I’ll be immortal

What if there’s a hell and heaven

I wonder who’s gonna make the call

For someone to catch your fall

Anyone can see it’s gonna be…

One more tick inside the time bomb

One last flight into the sun

Even though no one will remember

Baby’s had a real good run

$Bill; Guitars, bass, synths

Matt; Vocals, drums, synths