CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : End of Line
I’m on the red line
Ricocheted bullet train - white hot projectile
Still asleep as we blur by
Stirred by the end of line warnings, sayonara's, next times
The city pulled into frame fast
Like the opening scene of a silver screen classic
And nostalgia comes slithering back
With disgust and desire coiled in the same bag
Where the buildings all twist downward at nightfall
You’ll feel a drop as the clouds start a dialogue
Where thunder’s more common than silencе
An idea’s more rare than round shards of light bulbs
Thеn we glide underneath buzzing power lines
Where the billboards say you’re running out of time
And the targeting systems
That argue within every drone is heard with stunning sound design
Where the guides know the answers but they won’t tell you
And rogue spies stab each other in their hotel rooms
Where the bars serve lost souls, as their old selves snooze
In the dirt with a thirst that they won’t quench soon or ever
And the goons always move together
Where the feedback’s looping itself in a noose
And my train rolls through the nether
Past a rainbow’s end that is melting to ooze
Ricocheted bullet train - white hot projectile
Still asleep as we blur by
Stirred by the end of line warnings, sayonara's, next times
The city pulled into frame fast
Like the opening scene of a silver screen classic
And nostalgia comes slithering back
With disgust and desire coiled in the same bag
Where the buildings all twist downward at nightfall
You’ll feel a drop as the clouds start a dialogue
Where thunder’s more common than silencе
An idea’s more rare than round shards of light bulbs
Thеn we glide underneath buzzing power lines
Where the billboards say you’re running out of time
And the targeting systems
That argue within every drone is heard with stunning sound design
Where the guides know the answers but they won’t tell you
And rogue spies stab each other in their hotel rooms
Where the bars serve lost souls, as their old selves snooze
In the dirt with a thirst that they won’t quench soon or ever
And the goons always move together
Where the feedback’s looping itself in a noose
And my train rolls through the nether
Past a rainbow’s end that is melting to ooze
