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