Who are you?
How did you get in our brains?
We hate you
We want you out before the barricades leak and break
This is a critical juncture at which all trains collide
There are no nets in here
There are no gods
Just bad situations
Crates of rot
And bone and loose knots to tie
Where do you go from here?
How do you pop and realign?

Where are you?
How did you escape this place?
We hate you, I mean love you
We want you stuck with us encased in chains
This is a god-forsaken hell that we adore
In this location, we're all free cause everyone is poor
There is so much space to build on here
There are no hollow bonds
No malady, Selcuk
Calm condition
No news to televise