Texty: Farewell To Freeway. Held Down With Busted Arms.

When you're coming down on us it's so simple
this is our final scapegoat and it's rendered in our design
it's working out now
will you come down on us when there's no way out
say that you're all mine
quick light the signal while we embrace the sound
we shall reign flash
kill the sole heir
we'll assume the throne
like it or not
our fire will drown out the stars will our embers shine in your eyes
heart pulse is fast
blood is boiling at last