Time and time and time again, tick-tock technologists are second-hand magicians turning tricks with sleight of hand
Snowflakes fall on icy robots and the world has turned away
Turn of our voices, shut down the city and we'll evaporate
(You gotta go now)
I broke my arms, I'm going home
What's for sale and what's been sold?
Tell my mom I've lost my mind to save my soul through rain and snow and sticks and stones
It's a record low
It's a record low!
Cut down the trees to see the buildings
My script is not my own
Everyone's under the weather
It's a record low