Texty:
Electric President

We paint the future from this bedroom. With lots of progress; cold and heartless. And nothing lives, just twitches and moves. It's all synthetic, but

Out in the fields the skies crack and peel. While off in the distance the buildings collide. And down in the grass is a sea of broken glass. And remnants

Footsteps echo through hallways. Beneath the neon lighting, everyone looks sick. We sit on a rusty staircase. You write your name with lipstick on the

You spread your rusty fingers across the ledge. You get your grip and peer down over the edge. You watch the city move and breathe and migrate. You?re

You?re on your own now. We?re tired of lending hands. Our new agenda: it cuts you from all our plans. So get in line, boy. And keep that mouth of yours

Překlad: Elektrické prezidenta. Nikdy jsme nebyli Built to Last.

Překlad: Elektrické prezidenta. Některé kecy o budoucnosti.

Seems like the roads stretch out like veins, but there's no heart. Nature's haircut is concrete now, and we played our part. So we sing ... I've lost

Pluck all the wires from your skin, and toss them to the wind. Open your chest and let me in. I?ll help you mend. While you carve our names in the ice