'Cause it's your next stop
Don't mean it's your last stop
Round the evens up
Round the evens up
If every heart stopped
Run-run-running and felt love
But bound to feel despair
Not bound to feel despair
And to surrender (3x)
If every heart stopped
Run-run-running and felt love
We all just bear
Not bound to feel despair
Goodbye, surreal despair
I seem to wise up
I seem to wise up
I'm on a path, path of recovering
This city and the streets I've been harboring
(3x)
Last bits of it just to be optimistic
I lost my soul to the algorithmic shit
Like these kids in America
Their sex on the streets of illusionary state
I'm on a path of recovering
From this city and the streets I've been harboring
'Cause I'm on a path, path of recovering
This city and the streets I've been harboring
Like these kids in America
Where the shit hits the fan at illusionary rate
I'm on a path of recovering
This city and the streets