Traffic lights fall to the street, chandeliers start to swing, crashing lights at our feet. We drive through our lives like a dream, how we long for release from these nights of caffeine. Isolate the neurons the information runs on, the gears your minds will turn on, as information runs on. The feedback of fools amplified, engineers start to grind out the lens in our mind's eye. We're houses of cards built in rows, shuffling fears as we go through these years, overclocking lost time. Isolate the neurons the information runs on, the gears your minds will turn on, as information runs on, runs on, runs on.