Broke down cars in data mines
Spaced out crashed in picket lines
Lost themselves in highway signs
Blacked out in a constant state of delirium
I forfeit control and sweat bullets on the bus
It feels foolish, but not pointless, to push fingers across the rust
What is the meaning of the point?
I think I hope the point is us
Useless greetings sound like noise
Drowned out and float away like helium
Brushed off
You won't stop
But your mouth won't stop moving
Grinding teeth
Making me fold my knees completely
What is the meaning of the point?
I think I hope the point is us
Useless greetings sound like noise
Drowned out and float away like helium