fluorescent lights, neon signs, the bright city on the white line, along that white line leave this concrete noise and steel, we died a little in all of these places with burning light and rusted steel, burning light, rusted steel ribcage coffin, habitat toter herzen, in cities that never sleep our dreams forgot to come alive, we are the somnambulists breathing dead air, we breathe and consume and we pretend and get lost in these concrete canyons again, it is a dead dead town and we must run, we must run.