Jump a fence, rip my jeans. Taste of iron, nicotine. Someone yelling “FREEZE RIGHT NOW”. Run fast, don’t explain, Dance naked in the rain. Headphones on, distortion loud, Punk rock preaching to the crowd. Yeah I know—I’m having fun. This is therapy, this is grace. Feedback screaming in my face. Give a fuck if it's AI or real, as long as it pumps my adrenaline. Higher than the sirens calling, Higher than the city falling, I don’t ever wanna land. I don’t ever wanna land. Spinning like a broken record, Every bad idea gets better. Turn me up, don’t turn me down. I just love that sound. Sing it loud, don’t make a sound. Feet don’t even touch the ground. My confusement. My amusement. My confusement. My amusement! Higher than the sirens calling, Higher than the city falling, I don’t ever wanna land. I don’t ever wanna land. Spinning like a broken record, Every bad idea gets better. Turn me up, don’t turn me down, I just love that sound. I don’t ever wanna land. I don’t ever wanna land.
