Electricity. transition
  Information wired to never cease
  This city, these phosphate lights
  Shine to expose which can never sleep
  Synthetic streets that run back and forth
  Guided by voices without words
  Common sence never meant so much
  Our condition is peril
  Stop the rain stop the rain
  A quarantine from a quality life
  You cannot stop and wait just a minute
  All comforting when its not your life
  Cold streets that claim lives twice every minute
  You're so free you're so down
  Spending too much time
  Like a dream it fades out
  Only images left
  Just to fuck with your mind