'Cause it's your next stop
Don't mean it's your last stop
Round the evens up
Round the evens up
If every heart stopped
Run-run-running and felt love
We all share
But bound to feel despair
Not bound to feel despair
And to surrender
And to surrender
And to surrender
If every heart stopped
Run-run-running and felt love
We all just bear
Not bound to feel despair
Goodbye, surreal despair
I seem to wise up
I seem to wise up
I'm on a path, path of recovering
This city and the streets I've been harboring
(3x)
Last bits of it just to be optimistic
I lost my soul to the algorithmic shit
Like these kids in America
Their sex on the streets of illusionary state
I'm on a path of recovering
From this city and the streets I've been harboring
'Cause I'm on a path, path of recovering
This city and the streets I've been harboring
Like these kids in America
Where the shit hits the fan at illusionary rate
I'm on a path of recovering
This city and the streets
