Letra de 'Casting Stones' de A Losing Season

Turn the key in the starter now
Let this switchback railway roll
And save your breath for the screaming
This world is about to fall

Ride the downward slope
We've left behind starvation, now visit hell
An offset of greed, sloth
And indifference

Throw your stones at me
If you're better than the rest
We get what we deserve
Time to face the facts
When i turn to 32 this whole fuckin' world
Will end

The whole fuckin' world will end
You'd better prepare

Say your last goodbyes to your loved ones
Then kneel down and fold
Your hands for a prayer
It is time to meet your maker

Try to extend your seconds
They might turn into hours or days
Still holding on to something
A wonder substance to change your ways
Throw your stones at me
If you're better than the rest
It's what we deserve
So when i turn to 32 i face the facts:
This whole world will end

We try to ignore
With a constrained smile
That we are
Temporarily left alone
Until it becomes more
It turns to "permanent"
Who cares about sunshine then?

Throw your stones at me
If you're better than the rest
We get what we deserve
When i turn to 32 i know that this whole
Fuckin' world will end

Try to extend your seconds
They might turn into hours or days
Still holding on to something
A wonder substance to change your ways
Throw your stones at me
If you're better than the rest
It's what we deserve
So when i turn to 32 i face the facts:
This whole world will end