THE D1.7's

Verse

Heavy boots on a broken floor

Everyone's selling something they can't afford

Clock keeps ticking, no one looks up

Counting futures in a plastic cup

Pre-Chorus

No predictions

No surprise

Just a number

Watching you die

Chorus

Temporal Death Cult

We don't panic

We don't pray

Temporal Death Cult

Time audits everything

Bridge (Spoken)

Peer review the future

Or get buried with the noise

Collapse isn't coming

You're just late to the point

D POINT ONE SEVEN
FOREVER