just this side of claustrophobic
our way of dooming things
we wore him out completely
oh, the inland island/those
mainline roads
by that time they had nailed him to the floor
it's this conduit
back into the basin/never once
saw the source
hell to comprehend/I can't
drive closer to the line
there's no hope in retreads
the moon blockaded a dozen times
no hope for retreads
saw you a dozen times
there's no hope for retreads