Race To The Bottom
Lyrics Bob Evans

Written by: Kevin Mitchell

Produced by: Tony Buchen

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Ruthless winds
Blowing fear into everything,
Something sinister is setting in,
A dark winter takes root under our skin.

Suddenly,
All that's left is a cavity
Where there used to be empathy,
In the place where a heart once used to beat.

Now the race is on to the bottom,
It's a cold, it's a cruel bitter pill.
When the race gets run to the bottom,
No one wins,
We just sink further still.

Promises,
Built on parcels of emptiness,
Broken by our own willingness
To accept what we see as plain consequence.

Is it true?
Is this all the world's coming to?
Is there no more to me and you?
And when comes the time to refuse?

Now the race is on to the bottom,
It's a cold, it's a cruel bitter pill.
When the race gets run to the bottom,
No one wins,
We just sink further still.

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