I move my finger further up the map Till enemies get lost in subway signs Think I'll pass my turn and choose the pouring rain There's a bad moon up above and all is strange And I just can't stand the sound of everyone Who tells me how it's life, and how it should go on This map turns into a maze and it's changing us It reads in french that nowhere is where I'm at Should we burn all of this town Till it smells like all is gone? Now my head turns into routes, that I find odd Deforming everything that's in our sight Down is just the northern way of saying up Forbidden lands, ajar, keep dragging me in This plan turns into a maze, and it's killing us Think of what we were & what we became in time Should we burn all of this town Till it smells like all is gone?