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Lyrics

"Well my life is not a train wreck
so much as a building burning down slowly
forty stories high and a football field wide
going down in a blaze of glory
and my soul is not a blank check
so much as a sack of cash buried underground
twenty feet beneath the sand by a bandit on the lam
ain’t no chance in hell it’s gonna get found

oh lord I’m going down,
yeah I’m going down
I’m going down, down, down
I’m going down, down, down

And as the enemy approaches
the powerful are petrified like little toy soldiers
trying to save their face, trying to win the race
while the population writhes and smolders
and if you’re sleeping with the roaches
and waiting for the war with mother nature to be lost
when the earth quits turning and the sun quits burning
you’ll make your bed on the cold, hard permafrost

Oh yeah you’re going down
yeah you’re going down
I’m going down, down, down
I’m going down, down

Down to the river where it’s wide and it’s deep
I’m gonna dive to the bottom and lay me down to sleep
gonna swim to the top when the sun begins to rise
I’m gonna breathe in the air, I’m gonna open my eyes

And if you’re looking for a savior
to tell you how to live through the times of uncertainty
the truth is hard to find, but most don’t seem to mind
if they can believe they’re gonna live for eternity
but the truth is not an answer
so much as a million questions waiting to be asked
and the more you try to grip it, the more it’s gonna slip
like the grains of sand falling through an hourglass

Oh yeah we’re going down
we’re going down
I’m going down, down, down
I’m going down, down, down
I’m going down, down, down
I’m going down, down, down"