Testo: Howie Lucero. Chaos.

(words and music © Howie Lucero, bmi)

Fast light . . . fast food . . . rotating logos on the outside of your room.
You run and run, and you run your body - run your body down the groove.

Short nights and all day long; we keep believing that there's nothing going on.
I know something - something's so wrong, and we keep winding this chaotic time bomb.
The world's spinning all the time, and here am I, stuck with writing rhymes.
So I scream, "How can I go on like this if I don't know why the hell I exist?"
Some white . . . some blue . . . and how the fire's burning faster than you move.
Some try . . . some lose; it's never what you have, it's only what you use.
Short nights and all day long; we keep believing that there's nothing going on.
I know something - something's so wrong, and we keep winding this chaotic time bomb.

(inst.)

Fast light . . . fast food . . . rotating logos on the outside of your room.
Tonight . . . keep tuned 'cause we are lighting the chaotic time fuse.
(repeat)