[Verse 1: AMS]

I'm asking you to…step back and breathe for 5 minutes/

The space for grace is fickle, but time is infinite/

Any clock is subtle script of digits with forged limits/

Mechanized ticks as gifts combating life's dissonance/

Your position is the short distance between 2 points/

The sputtering click on life's vinyl platter between 2 joints/

Infinite fractions of space to react in/

A muted scream for action that knocks gently or comes crashing in/

That beyond metaphysical understanding/

Like are you standing still, or is the earth moving faster than you're planning/

5 minutes is a lifetime, one hour is an eye blink/

Never sure of the outcomes, we underuse the term "I think"/

We spend the days dizzy, wrapped tight in our personal hells/

Calendar stressing and red x-in, playing ourselves/

Toss and turn over a new leaf, barely sleep the whole night/

Stretching for the next hurdle, unsure of how to reach the height/

Trade the day's nightmares for what-ifs and lottery daydreams/

Until the cigarette is burned clean, along with any finer schemes/

Find a mold or bracket to fit our happiness average/

Attack life with avarice, and take bitter sips at a glass of bad habits/

Dying for a scapegoat for out of tune swan songs/

Late 20s life of misguided crisis, feels like you got it all wrong/

Long on excuses, forever falling short/

Fiending for the wrong meanings of leaving behind a beautiful corpse/

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[Verse 2: AMS]:

"Sometimes I wanna stop the world from spinning and step out of it"/

A wise man once said over breakbeats he was fed/

Ill-tended heart pinned to sleeve, dulled from misuse/

Can't consume a full plate of fears, so we chew our self-esteem issues/

Trying to find a slogan, desperate to trust/

So we tackle other people's issues, as long as they don't affect us/

What's the fuss cousin? Don't discuss the repercussions/

It's us buzzing about the next big thing coming, talking loud and saying nothing/

Supposed suffering, the war video takes forever bufferin'/

Trying to feel the horror bleed through the screen, less real if it doesn't/

If only there were words for the strife/

From the news tonight: disapproval from you, but that headline is someone's life/

Treat it like party favors and busted balloons/

When you realize the future you were told to fear is coming rather soon/

Tinge of apprehension in a chillier spot/

Stage-lights at a million watts, time is more than what you keep on your watch/

Spilling your guts trying to digest the discussion/

That seasick queasy feeling revealed when your speech has repercussions/

Privileged difficulty, cut you some slack/

Wish on a dead clock for that fifteen minutes of ignorant Facebook fame back/

Crystal clear revelation molding cataracts/

Whitman's multitudes as leaves of grass, crushed underfoot by cruel fact/

That stinging space where the world is your opponent/

Time won't budge, so catch some reflection in the moment/

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