k** me with a question, reminded by the summer breeze, somehow fits together, elementary days in the markets exchanged there is a thumbscrew, a new electric chair, in capital fast food a little correction mister didn't know you were scared, the majority was scared.. Fuel gauge is broken, its cheap but immunized, streets secured and boarded for crisis, refuge in a night of lies with music televised, dramatized, update the book of rights... No time has pa**ed, but something disappeared, this occupation is lingering like criminals, and here in knighthood suburbia, some little warning, bones on these roads, laughter they've had you, a tune known but never heard, no reason, no word, no reason, no word, no reason, no word