Immaculate Machine Follow

Fire in the lobby and it's oh so hot
Someone better do something
People running up people running down
They are tripping over everything

People everywhere on the corners on the stairs
And they're waiting for explosions
As they scribble the notes try to find the perfect quotes
To make sense of the confusion

... i'll die from laughing then
There everyone is from crying
I'd rather be struck by lighting then
Never go outside in the storm

The supposed situation it's not what you think
It's not what you think it's not
Hoping it fast forward when they see it in slow motion
And the panic is contagious

And stared into the brightest flame
Until we've all gone blind
Turn our heads and shield our eyes
There's nothing left to find down here

Fire in the lobby and it's oh so hot
Someone better do something