Preservation Bias

The pain's instinctual;

I might be trained but I just won't dig you up.

The scale is temporal;

I have the spade but I just won't dig you up.

You buried yourself in acid soil

you buried yourself in acid soil.

And bones dissolve

and bones dissolve.

We were waiting for the stones to fall

we were waiting for the stones to fall

we were waiting for the stones to fall

and cities crumble

cities crumble.

The city is melting.

While you buried yourself in acid soil

and bones dissolve

and bones dissolve.

The city is melting.

And all this time we were dreaming

and all this time we were numb

while I was digging a hole I could sleep in

I was digging a hole just for fun.

We were waiting for the stones to fall

we were waiting for the stones to fall.

And all this time you're complacent

and all this time you have gained

while I was digging a hole I could sleep in

to swallow the taste of the rain.

We were waiting for the stones to fall

and cities crumble

cities crumble.

The city is melting.

While you buried yourself in acid soil

and bones dissolve

and bones dissolve.

The city is melting.

You sought to own and have it all

but the future's gone

the future's gone.

The city is melting.

'Cause you buried yourself in acid soil

and bones dissolve

and bones dissolve

bones dissolve

bones dissolve.