I hear invisible carsnCalling me down, down from my windownI see an army of you stretching your armsnAnd stretching your armsnBut I can’t feel anymorenAnd all of these signs and all of these symbolsnPerform a deft ricochet off a strange barricadenA strange barricadenIf that’s true, then where am InStuck in an indecision cloak?nBlack heart, or so they saynServed on a Sunday platter?nOh no, I heard a callnSpat by a poison hairdo girlnOh no, you heard it toonI read the words on the page, just sitting in ragenThey’re never asking questionsnI see an army of you still stretching your armsnAnd stretching your armsnBut I just can’t feel anymorenAnd all of these signs and all of these symbolsnPerform a deft ricochet on a strange barricadenA strange barricadenIf that’s true, then where am InStuck in an indecision cloak?nBlack heart, or so they saynServed on a Sunday platter?nOh no, I heard a callnSpat by a poison hairdo girlnShe’ll tear you limb by limbnEverything is so mechanicalnWhy do I try?nAll the systems so susceptiblenNever you mindnCrossed arms in the back analyze the soundnShort skirts in the front try to get the wordsnDown come the chemicalsnOpen up wide