[ The industries corrupted by corporate gain ]

The industries corrupted by corporate gain
but the eastern suicide can prescribe you the right pain,
glass doors smash quickly but the smoke will seep out
revealing your nocturnity, a star will spark out.

Hey, hey
We'll never be lonely.
Hey. hey
It might be just too late!
Hey, hey
You're running out of alibis!
Hey, hey
We're running through the streets!

This horse and buggie don't mkae it to speed
this dark side broke through the southern sea,
erupt the edge of tyranny, and salvage glory and cease to breathe.

Hey, hey
We're living for the west end
\hey, hey
were living for a hit
Hey, hey
Your crippled limbs will fly away
hey. hey
It's telling us to stay.

the nerves are stuck in orbit,
the limbs are lost in space
our story falling off it's balance
let years just melt away...