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Cinematic arms are pumping
Up and down, you got the
Good hair bouncing and you’re casting
Glances all around at all the
Unsuspecting prospects
‘Cause you run the town and it
Belongs to you
To you now
Lights go out of high rise windows
They’re boarded up, and the
Skyline flickers light a melted candle
Snuffed out
All the cars and trains all stop dead
In their tracks, and you’re
Remembering, remembering
Movie without an ending
You choose your own death in sliding doors
You thought you were impervious to
Dim decisions moving you forward
Another unknown corner
Who runs the town, who runs the town
Another unknown corner
Pushing you back underground
My friend’s an entomologist, he knows everything
About invasive species, tracks their movements
Their crawling, and he can
Draw comparisons
To my life, says I need an
Exoskeleton, exoskeleton
Movie without an ending
You’re crashing through those sliding doors
Dark and damp and clouded
Those dim decisions moving you forward and you’ve had
Enough of slick streets
Enough of slick streets
Enough of slick streets
Enough of slick streets
Enough of slick streets
Enough of slick streets
Enough of slick streets
Enough of slick streets
(Exoskeleton)
Enough of slick streets
Enough of slick streets
(Exoskeleton)
Enough of slick streets
Enough of slick streets
(Exoskeleton)
Enough of slick streets
Enough of slick streets
(Exoskeleton)
Enough of slick streets
Enough of slick streets