Like if you're walking down to your car one day as your imagination wanders off
And you see yourself just standing there while people are showing you all kinds of strange directions
And that's when it comes to you: I'll walk my way through Suburbia. Through the streets of 10,000 Celvic's empty trashcans and five foot fences
Slow, like I have one Control, as if I had some
10:15 PM and I'm crossing the main road in hope of finding the last person that made sense to me
I realize that I'm in Hell and I walk faster as my frustration grows
Nothing will ever change around here People pay good money to avoid any change and color Everything is black and white It's all Hell with the shades of grey