We couldn't stay awake
Counting from one hundred
Complete strangers in the windows of a train headed for derailment

“Man, what a pitiful dream...”, you turned and said to me
“I swear to God I could hear static in their screams, their faces cut from magazines”

Divide, repeat
A makeshift identity pulsing like a cable release
Handprints waving on the station tile remind us of existence
We play hostage to the glow, burying our heads in the feed

Throw us to the jaws of our own device
Throw us to the jaws of our own device
Throw us to the jaws of our own...

Now we laugh at our despair
Shaking on display for a crowd
“Watch me now as I am mangled by the dogs
Go on, take your cameras out”

Your pick-me-up; I drown (Pick-me-up)
Your pick-me-up; I drown

We couldn't find a way out of this pollution
Our days are numbered, scratched into the paint
Full disintegration
“Man, what a pitiful dream...”, you turned and said to me
“I swear to God I could hear static as they screamed”
“Is anybody listening?”