Testo: Faded Paper Figures. One More Crash.

I wake up, I see the cracks in the walls
I think this building is gonna come down soon.
I step out, I breathe. I'm back on the street
I think this body has got to come down soon.
And in my machine, as cold as routine
I think this city is coming down soon.

Watching the light on the dash
Warning that we're gonna crash
One last time let's drive round again.
Now I see your face in the mirror
Fading like ruined careers
One last time, so drive round again

Postmodern and bored, exhaling with cool
like some hackers we're gonna break through soon.
Exhausting and burning these gallons of fuel
I think these systems are gonna break down soon
And in my machine, if you're my routine
You'll keep this body from coming down so soon.

Watching the light on the dash
Warning that we're gonna crash
One last time let's drive round again.
Now I see your face in the mirror
Fading like ruined careers
One last time, so drive round again