Breaking with desire I can smell the air from tyres (I wanted to make something louder than me) Every waking hour I am haunted by the Party brokers towers so excited as they feed I wanted to believe I deserved the air I breathe I was wrong, I swear But I can't break what I cannot see Bracing me is like a slow disease (I wanted to make something louder than me) The bodies of the fallen lie in patterns on the roadway Like the playing out of particles they cling together Can't you see that it's broken Can't you see that it's bigger than me? I can tall that it's over now (So let these waves pour over me These bodies could never hold us)