Street signs shroud the city blocks.   Skyscrapers doing big business…   for the black hole philanthropists.   Don’t mean to be pessimistic, but mister you’re teeth are like razorwire.   Shredding thru the news, printing your very own truth.   This city is a volcano…   Nearing the peak to explode.   Onto the street signs, dreams, shattered beliefs.   Captain says “never turn your back on a dark brown sea”   “you never know when it’ll drown you, baby”   So walk the plank to x-ray isle.   Where the pirates and wolves fight to survive…   Where the sun rises in the west and sets in the sea.   “I can see you but you only see green.”      These toxic aqueducts overflow the youth.   While our dreams are being raped and abused.   300 years of destroyed lives.   300 years of x-ray eyes.      So burn the bridges…   Burn the bridges!   Burn the bridges to x-ray isle!   (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)   Burn the bridges…   Burn the bridges…   Burn the bridges to x-ray isle!      The cars are crashing without remorse.   And the fish are coughing up hand grenades.   The lines are forming over your face.   X’s on our hearts, x’s on our eyes.   Our whole existence has been a makeshift lie.      So the wolves drive luxury SUV’s and the underground shivers…   Like George Washington’s teeth.   Make-up and mortars are the order of the day.   Like pirates, they always seem to get away.      These toxic aqueducts overflow the youth.   While our dreams are being raped and abused.   300 years of destroyed lives.   300 years of x-ray eyes.      So burn the bridges…   Burn the bridges!   Burn the bridges to x-ray isle!   (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)   Burn the bridges…   Burn the bridges…   Burn the bridges to x-ray isle!