[Verse 1]
I can't see straight
I ball my hands into fists
Electric current, but I guess I should get used to it
This city won't let you care for a goddamn thing

[Verse 2]
Windows out, glass on ground
If no one is watching, then this won't make a sound
The frequent frequencies I left behind are someone else's now

[Chorus]
I know it's late, but I'm all out of trust
Fucking pigs, report worthless print for what?

[Verse 3]
Collective effort, systematic winners
Working cycles of climbing that shift and determine luck
Criminal minds, sentimental reminders of
Class action force working weekends in Wicker Park

[Chorus]
I know it's late, but I'm all out of trust
Fucking bastards, report worthless print for what?

[Bridge]
Two times in two months
Flashing lights, handcuffs
Useless tools to choose
For useless tools in blue
[Verse 4]
I can't see straight
I ball my hands into fists
Electric current, but I guess I should get used to it
This city won't let you forget a goddamn thing