Fire in the Attic Follow

I wrote down these lines for you just to make you understand
You are the master key number twenty three
Like a thousand times before before when I just couldn't get through and I had to go and get my headstrings back
What a waste of time
They are now a million miles away
Sit back and watch the world collapse
It doesn't matter as long as we survive the night
I don't care about the days to come
These days were not made for us
We are actors trying to pretend among all these robots in the streets
No one is beautiful to me
Trained to look like stereotypes
Digitally remastered models in their fashion magazines
What a waste of time
We will not fit in into their machinery
Let's soak the city with gasoline
Then light a match and illuminate the night
Let's send them all to hell
Let's send them a million miles away