Snapcase - Blacktop lyrics

Your self control might be a muscle spasm

New direction isn't everlasting though

Grope for straws you've got to plan

This week

Then the crutch dissolves

When she walks too sweet

Ration of blacktop on the slope of

Nowhere

Came out to greet the unresponsive

Stare

Turn green with envy over something

You missed

You didn't know what when you

Fell down in it

Walk on top, you run beneath

The blacktop spreads

The blacktop spreads