Your skull still hums, a hive inside Your tongue tastes lead and cyanide The chest-worn mic kicks like a drum A bass that makes your ribcage numb You race and race in rings of light The hare long gone, you’ve lost the sight The camera eats your trembling raw Your smile freezes on its jaw Run, greyhound, run! The hare is made of wire The track’s an oval Of neon and live fire Run, greyhound, run! Your heartbeat is our gold The box is all your world The kick needs you controlled Facade of porous stone and lime The ring light brands your sense of time No human left, a twitching good Whose blood’s replaced with endorphin flood Run, greyhound, run! The hare is made of wire The track’s an oval Of neon and live fire Run, greyhound, run! Your heartbeat is our gold The box is all your world The kick needs you controlled Run, greyhound, run! The hare is made of wire The track’s an oval Of neon and live fire Run, greyhound, run! Your heartbeat is our high The box is all your world The kick will never die "Nice to meet ya bro... nice to meet ya... nice... nice... n-n-n-n..." "Nice to poke you bro, nice to feed ya, nice to reap ya"
