Please get in the car now, off the embankment, orange from the halogen ,
you look like a lunatic, not allowed to stop here, you provoke the
barbed wire, trespass onto the corporate land, lynching what time we
have left. I can see you from here, let me come across, we're lost upon
the shoulder I never was your atlas, tempted off the pavement what can
you accomplish? I can see you from here you're stalking down your anger,
rows of newly broken earth trip up your urban stagger.