I just got put down   In the ashes of a backwash town   Black debris, the burned-out trees   Blows out over the sunken seas      Somewhere far along   Singin' the regular song   Dead machines, frozen dreams   It's a state where I belong      I'm loose inside my skin   And all the walls are wearin' thin   Shoot out all the traffic lights   On your way to the dead of night      Somewhere far along   Singin' a regular song   Dead machines, frozen dreams   They don't bother me at all      You're better off alone   Troubles find their home