[Verse 1] The pavement is freezing under the weight of the state A plastic crucifix melting on the dashboard of hate You sell me salvation in a pre-packaged box While the landlord is changing the brass on the locks [Harmony: Low, menacing drone a minor third below] I am choking on the dust of your dead-end career Spitting out the vinegar of another grey year [Chorus] [Harmony: High, screaming parallel fifths] I need change! I need arms around me! I need better words than the ones you told me! I need the beautiful one from another city! To drag me from this self-inflicted pity! [Verse 2] The television preaches to an audience of none We queue up for the rations of a cold, synthetic sun Corporate vultures singing hymns of progress and greed While we chew on the asphalt to satisfy our need [Harmony: Sarcastic, high-pitched counter-melody] Keep your paper crowns and your digital noise We are the broken gears of your favorite toys [Chorus] [Harmony: High, screaming parallel fifths] I need change! I need arms around me! I need better words than the ones you told me! I need the beautiful one from another city! To drag me from this self-inflicted pity! [Bridge] A map of train tracks drawn on my wrist A cold industrial winter that I could not resist No salvation in the local parade Just the suffocating weight of the choices we made [Harmony: Haunting, breathy unison octave-up] Burn the archives, tear down the gate... [Instrumental Solo: Guitar] [A chaotic, screeching surf-punk-meets-goth-noise guitar solo. Jagged, feedback-drenched riffs slice through a driving, rapid-fire d-beat drum pattern, dripping with spring reverb and heavy buzzsaw distortion.] [Chorus] [Harmony: High, screaming parallel fifths] I need change! I need arms around me! I need better words than the ones you told me! I need the beautiful one from another city! To drag me from this self-inflicted pity!
