The madness is haunting
His shadow is demoralizing
On these streets
Built by our parents
And all the curves
And all the curves
Of a descent into madness
Fill him with weak hope
What is this… beautiful madness?
He’ll race down these streets and woe
Try to live slowly
We slink by… tired and lowly
He’ll race down these streets and woe
Try to live slowly
We slink by… tired and lowly
He’s lives oh so lowly with the electric rich sensations of chemical music