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