Electricity. transition

Information wired to never cease

This city, these phosphate lights

Shine to expose which can never sleep

Synthetic streets that run back and forth

Guided by voices without words

Common sence never meant so much

Our condition is peril

Stop the rain stop the rain

A quarantine from a quality life

You cannot stop and wait just a minute

All comforting when its not your life

Cold streets that claim lives twice every minute 

You're so free you're so down

Spending too much time

Like a dream it fades out

Only images left

Just to fuck with your mind