Testo di Traffic

You get stuck in traffic with your car and fall asleep you dream about the future and that motherfucking lie underwater dreaming in the deep and darkest depths and the solarpower cells keep the music pumping citywide and you wake up to the sound of a horn as your head falls against the wheel and now you're on your way to pick up groceries for your kids carrots, frosted food in super giant sizes and everything gets wrapped in plastic, wax and styrofoam and it's perfectly in order for your supersterile homes and you wake up to the sound of a horn that reminds you that you're not dead