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The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows
The government is corrupt
And we're on so many drugs
With the radio on and the curtains drawn

We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death

The sun has fallen down
And the billboards are all leering
And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

It went like this

The buildings tumbled in on themselves, Mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, All twisted metal stretching upwards, Everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful. These are truly the last days"
You grabbed my hand and we fell into it, Like a daydream
or a fever