(Feat. Fjola Evans)
Your preconceptions your tyranny
Are keeping the ash fault at bay
I know these highways won't cry for me
They will have nothing to say
Bad crash does not deter greedy eyes
Entranced by gla** on the road
The radio's fear waves are puncturing through
The shell of your tightly bound coat
We were stuck in traffic for most of our lives
Staring at the pa**ing cars, waiting at the light
Living to finance your moving beast
Crawl into it like a home
Somewhere in our names there is a feast
Where the aristocrats roam
Dream of roads lit by billboards that tower up above
I prefer the back of the car so I can soak in our money god's love
We were stuck in traffic for most of our lives
Staring at the pa**ing cars, waiting at the light