LYRICS:

The world keeps spinning out my window
The world keeps spinning out my window
Look
One, two
The world keeps spinning out my window
The world keeps spinning out my window

Your morality is based on reward
I brought words to a sword fight and carved a rapport
Wisdom whispered through brothels an Empire has been toppled
The roads were decaying but we still drove full of throttle
Fucking potholes
We cast blame on that pothole
Shall we blame that last pothole or that life living motto
Throw caution to the wind was rescinded within
Once we murdered our chances to make amends with our kin (Sorry)
Stress made us thin but we must bear and grin
With the world on our shoulders with boulders of sin
And oceans of tears with depths that are feared
By the darkest of creatures who eagerly peer
Into the distance with nothing but foresight and angst
Do you consume without thanks?
Asked the fat cat with a twat on his lap
In that same little brothel that wisdom once passed through

The world keeps spinning out my window
The world keeps spinning out my window
Yes Gimson
The world keeps spinning out my window
The world keeps spinning out my window
The world keeps spinning out my window

Yeah the world keeps spinning in the world we live in
Dimming darkened with the more that we sinning
The more that we printing the more that we binging
Drinking Netflix yes the more that we sinking
Like the Titanic or just like addicts
Obsessed with injecting ourselves into the screens
Until the minds static
Fuzzy like them televisions that tell your vision
Nonsense to the subconscious stop the selves splitting
Death to your own thoughts a brain now that never works
You limp dick can’t pleasure her
‘Cause you’re glued in the Metaverse (Mad)
Dumbest shit I’ve ever heard
Virtual insanity it ain’t reality
You can’t touch a soul or plant a tree
So how can it be?
The next step in evolution is stupid
Learning nothing from the movies
Waiting for a move like Umbrella Corp or Skynet
Judgement Day next odds are three to one on Sky Bet

The world keeps spinning out my window
The world keeps spinning out my window
The world keeps spinning out my window
The world keeps spinning out my window
The world keeps spinning out my window

In the midst of a crisis the wise man advises
To step the fuck back and sip the wine of Dionysus
Masterfully crafting a world full of sunshine and rain
Both comfort and pain
She held the hand of a dead man no bed stand just red sand
Undeniably susceptible to grief and regret
Fears scream loudly each day in our ears
The soft whispers aren’t clear we cannot quite hear
Whispers of prosperity, bravery and impact
Bubble wrapped princes keep their innocence intact
But it exasperates the pain when melted snowflakes find the drain
From the clouds to the underworld where the toxins remain
Like a grain in the sands of time each holds importance
In accordance with the witnesses and the mediums they recorded on
Scriptures and lineage cogs and the guinea pigs
What really gets whispered is that watered down realest shit

The world keeps spinning out my window
The world keeps spinning out my window
The world keeps spinning out my window
The world keeps spinning out my window
The world keeps spinning out my window