Suburban streets where you can't hide
A million fires must have (passed us by?)
I saw the chaos on the other side
(The leap?) from far below your only guide
Don't be distracted from the act of will
Don't be distracted from the act of will
The stars are brighter than a factory site
The paper frantic with Fahrenheit
We see the world though a plastic screen
We never dreamed it was where we'd be
Momentum problem of a piece of dust
We never knew it was a two-way bridge
Don't be distracted from the act of will
Don't be distracted from the act of will
Now you're ready for the final act
The lurking? fear is what you attract
Like a (turkey?) in a (frozen?) Mack
Your face (or place?) is (firm?) (when you can (or,
Can't?) relax (or, react?)?)