The Utilities - Automatic Teller Machine lyrics

In a morning as crisp as 20s from the ATM I am walking, and I am walking with a purpose: To avenge the year when all your rights got a little bit left To take back my bitter words And to feed your sorrow to the birds Every time you fall asleep I look at your closed eyes and think that You are all you are I hope you never train your voice Or lose your faith in noise We're getting somewhere, but somewhere could be anywhere