These whitewashed walls of my apartment might*
Destroy the instincts in me to survive
Gotta get out & see the stars or city lights
To feel the power and presence of the night
To stay alive in the world
To stay alive in the world
To stay alive in the world that might explode
We’ve got coal black smokestacks filling up our lungs
To start the day it takes machines to turn us on
In the event that our inventions fill us up
Let’s not forget we’re still revolving ‘round the sun
Any given time
We’ll find ourselves flying into the fire
Dead at the drop of a dime
Still we find we must own all that is new to us
The vast and the mysterious
More scared than we are curious
Too fast and too furious

INVIA LE CORREZIONI