كلمات Untitled

I just got put down In the ashes of a backwash town Black debris, the burned-out trees Blows out over the sunken seas Somewhere far along Singin' the regular song Dead machines, frozen dreams It's a state where I belong I'm loose inside my skin And all the walls are wearin' thin Shoot out all the traffic lights On your way to the dead of night Somewhere far along Singin' a regular song Dead machines, frozen dreams They don't bother me at all You're better off alone Troubles find their home(? )................ (more to come, according to beck)