UITY i can't seem to rebound in the downtown that i 
found in heart of human longing - it is all about the 
timing say hello (hello) i recognized a flight of scars 
set in your eye - making destinations, making evening 
for our generation's dawn i must of have said there is 
nothing better than this -it's hard to tell a cover-up 
when missing giant silver dishing style - you see that 
outside, it's raing all around - you can't cover up 
mistakes when you're higher from the ground than all 
the rest - i got a job pushing particles through stable 
air - make a bust of everyone in human hair it's 
atmosphere i swear the world's full of turbines placing 
parts inside weary everywhere i swear the glare is 
blindness when compared to ... turning on - is meant to 
feel. we had a deal. i knew a man who took his wife and 
took their lives and no one died - someone should have 
told him abouth the favor that we owed him now they're 
gone i think i need to get up, please and this time 
don't give up -if there is nothing left of me - then 
sort between those choking. so bust it up, crank it 
out, push them down and let it out why do all the 
heroes of our time need dashing suits to fight our 
crime - can't they see they're not like me they can not 
even bleed - alone - there's energy at speeds which no 
set apology. oh well, turning on - is meant to feel on. 
we had a deal. in the day - i wait to break - from the 
way - they say - i can't relate - a quiet revolution, i 
could use some. well, glory has it's days in the white 
hot spotlight in the cold november rain i could belive 
thre's nothing - there's nothing left to bleed. well 
there's something i could say but it left here 
yesterday.