The quivering liquids in your stomach Will eat away at the bad habits that have made you A real character in the story of your now distant life

No one even lives here, we're too busy crashing our cars every morning in the same house,
paving the same roads unwilling to walk them.

Must be some sort of sign for us that things are going to change.

It's hard to dream if you're a ghost.
It's only a matter of time before we fade out.

If we don't stop soon we will never wake up again

The streets are still paved with hate, so you can cry yourself to sleep tonight.

Will you look back on this night as the day that ruined your life?

I turn away when you look at me, and every night when I try and sleep I feel your hands all over my body

You stripped away the streets signs and shot out all the stop lights.
If you smashed away all the buildings, what would you have left?

Keep your hands to yourself and relay the message to your friends that nothing's wrong