I can't see straight
I ball my hands into fists
Electric current, but I guess I should get used to it
This city won't let you care for a goddamn thing
Windows out, glass on ground
If no one is watching, then this won't make a sound
The frequent frequencies I left behind are someone else's now
I know it's late, but I'm all out of trust
Fucking pigs, report worthless print for what?
Collective effort, systematic winners
Working cycles of climbing that shift and determine luck
Criminal minds, sentimental reminders of
Class action force working weekends in Wicker Park
I know it's late, but I'm all out of trust
Fucking bastards, report worthless print for what?
Two times in two months
Flashing lights, handcuffs
Useless tools to choose
For useless tools in blue
I can't see straight
I ball my hands into fists
Electric current, but I guess I should get used to it
This city won't let you forget a goddamn thing
