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

You're better off alone, troubles find their own...