I just got put down in the ashes of a backwash town Black debris or burned-out trees blows out over the sunken seas Somewhere far along, singing a regular song Dead machines, frozen dreams, this state where I belong
I'm loose inside my skin and all the walls are wearing thin Shoot out all the traffic lights on your way to the dead of night Somewhere far along, singing a regular song Dead machines, frozen dreams, they don't bother me at all