3rd track from "Rearm Circuits"
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We’re headed down now; I don’t want to sink.
You’ll make it somehow, with anyone but me.

They’re crying out loud, but I’m not listening. No, I’m not, I’m not listening.
You’re medicine, you’re the menace in me, but it’s not swaying. No, it’s not, it’s not swaying me.

Please don’t hold it in my face. Hold it in my train car speeding to LA, like a sad
boy running out the clock, ‘cause he’s too scared that he might get the part.

Don’t forget my brain; you’ve taken everything else.
That’s a shame it’s not a game I’ll play. Let go, my hands are not yours.
Bled dry, but you still want more

Half way down the road, we cease, we crawl, we fight to find a better life, then die.
Nowhere is my home and I confide with all the ghosts of former lives. Goodbye.

Nevermind, it fell apart, and synthesized in your apartment.
You couldn’t wait to hit the asphalt. You couldn’t wait to call that asshole.
I’m on your side, but you are toxic. You say you’re shy, but you flaunt it.
I don’t care who you’re seeing, just as long as you are leaving.

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