I just got put down

in the ashes of a backwash town

black debris, the burned-out trees

blows out over the sunken seas

somewhere far along

singin' the regular song

dead machines, frozen dreams

it's a state where I belong



I'm loose inside my skin

and all the walls are wearin' thin

shoot out all the traffic lights

on your way to the dead of night

somewhere far along

singin' a regular song

dead machines, frozen dreams

they don't bother me at all



you're better off alone

troubles find their home(?)................



(more to come, according to Beck)