Texty: Cog. The New Normal. The Spine.

And it was the new music and it was timid, humble and stern
It was brown and light brown and sepia
It was almost forgotten, it lays in a ditch on the side of the road
You and I drove along once and it was happy to lie there day dreaming
It stretched into the distance further than you ever thought possible and it didn't give a fuck about you and I either way
We're into all of those and it's into overload
We're into all of those, our time and it's into overload
Overload
Shot down in the road, let's see your number
Wake up shoppers from your slumber
Jackpot lottery, got bonanza
Saionara propaganda
Zeitgeist eye sore, got the price right
Cut to add break, urban fist fight
Insurrection on the free way, turn around and go the wrong way
The wrong way, the wrong way
I can't hear you! Overload, forgot to mention, chain reaction in detention
September-sylum contradiction
Lifestyle, litmus causing friction
Insurrection on the free way, turn around and go the wrong way
I'm a servant in this palace, so corrupt and out of balance
I can't hear you
The wrong way, the wrong way