I move my finger further up the map
Till enemies get lost in subway signs
Think I'll pass my turn and choose the pouring rain
There's a bad moon up above and all is strange
And I just can't stand the sound of everyone
Who tells me how it's life, and how it should go on
This map turns into a maze and it's changing us
It reads in french that nowhere is where I'm at
Should we burn all of this town
Till it smells like all is gone?
Now my head turns into routes, that I find odd
Deforming everything that's in our sight
Down is just the northern way of saying up
Forbidden lands, ajar, keep dragging me in
This plan turns into a maze, and it's killing us
Think of what we were & what we became in time
Should we burn all of this town
Till it smells like all is gone?

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