The best years Lyrics

I'm tired, I'm getting old
This dust is what becomes of my bones
Under the cracks in our skin
Under the bags dragging down our eyes
We're hollow, and growing cold
This life is what became of our souls
Under the weight of our guilt
The hollow skulls that we hold
Growing up, breaking down, falling to pieces
Never stop, breaking down, I cannot take this
Growing up, breaking down, falling to pieces
(Anything, Everything)
Never stop, breaking down, I cannot take this (Falling)
Never stop, growing old
The snakes surround me, from the inside out we
Never stop, moving on
They crawl through the holes of the hollow skulls
Love what you hold
Closing in, feel their scales on your skin
Never tire, being told
Make the most of the best years before you turn cold
Never stop, growing old
The snakes surround me, from the inside out we
Never stop, moving on
They crawl through the holes of the hollow skulls
Love what you hold
Closing in, feel their scales on your skin
Never tire, being told
Make the most of the best years before you turn cold