Interactor

Walking down the street has never been so hard
Take it or leave it, we've never been so fucked
Our phones are working alright
Our phones are working alright

I'm dead inside, I feel it
A car ran over me

There is nothing to see here
Go away or we will resort to violence
Keep out
No, sir, you can't take pieces of brain from the road
These pieces belong to the public domain now
All the blood and guts on the street will be retrieved by the authorities
This will serve as a reminder
What about a museum?
That could be the example we need
A crushed ribcage with a wheel imprint
That should scare them straight
I'm kidding sir, you can touch anything you want
Pick up that arm
Pick it up, don't be afraid



Credits
Writer(s): Eloy Villanueva
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