I passed by the city lights
They all seem to see me and smile
Maybe the smoke, maybe the pills
They're all messing with my mind

This cursed world eats the weak
I thought I should have warn ya'
Your vital space isn't the same
As your mental paranoia

I gotta breakaway (shotgun!)
You could never understand (reload!)
I gotta breakaway (shotgun!)
You could never understand

We do it like we're in a Stallone's movie
With a virtual reality headset
It's in all newspapers and on TV
My army has a incredible mech-sex

Humiliated, humiliated
Sticky fingers for some junk food
But I prefer to live my life
Baby, rather to write it down to

I gotta breakaway (shotgun!)
You could never understand (reload!)
I gotta breakaway (shotgun!)
You could never understand