Slow Down

Now let's just all go round.
Tell of tales so we all know our hurtful heartfelt woes
Now let's just all slow down.
Melt to hell where we will all drown on our plastic frowns and fry our minds of styrofoam.  
(chorus)
 
Can we melt into sand?
Can I hold your hand?
While were smoking in hell
from treacherous lessons I know this smell all too well...
Shadows hold the day in place...
while you're in the human race try not to lose your pace...
Driven madly down the glowing street...
where your hidden at is where he knows we meet...
I stare halfly down at your toes and feet...  
will I look you in the eye even inside of a dream?
Procrastination leaves me hating all this waiting
 stuck to a fascination of our imagination
where we pray for Gods and try to face a Satan...
Shadows hold the day in place...
our memories we escape as we chase...
a present meaning like a peasant dreaming of some better days...
 
(chorus)