The streets spoke for us since we kept our mouths shut and got lost in the black and gray. Our cigarettes lit the sky since the stars are all lies, but we'll be as dead as they are someday. So I've given up on running and screaming, yeah, now I'm fighting back. And their lips taste just like wax, but I'm still melting, I'm still melting. And there are things I tell them I believe in, and then there are fears I don't dare say aloud. Even though the stars still die alone, at least they shine for years, all bright and proud. I thought I found truth in a beautiful woman, and our clothes would decorate the floor, but she said God told her that I'm wrong, and life is nothing like a song, you can't hide behind metaphors. Yeah, she dropped His name like they were just in the ladies room doing lines and chasing death. So I tried to catch up, I was still trying to catch up until I finally ran out of breath and we were alone again. Yeah, we were alone again. It just follows us. Yeah, goddamn, it found us again. So come on, come on, come on, the truth is a satellite. So come on, come on, come on, it'll always be there, but we can try to leave it behind. So we tried to leave it behind, but you can never leave it behind. So it goes. Cuz we move and it moves with us, just like you moved with me. So come on, come on, come on, death is a satellite. So come on, come on, come on, we still tried to leave it, we still tried to leave it behind, and we got so close, yeah, we got so close, yeah, we got so close. So it goes.