Lit your cigarette under the bright lights Stare at silhouettes in the dead of midnight Hello hello hello hello you know How do they go? Let your cigarette burn down to the filter Inhaling your regrets taste like winter Hello hello hello hello you know Fuck it lets go Damned le Monde You can't run Satellite trace everything you've done From day one below this sun Our televisions are never wrong Crush your cigarette with a fire inside you Tuck your ashes to the ground Then a shade of dirt blue Hello hello hello hello you know Fuck it lets go Damned le Monde You can't run Satellite trace everything you've done From day one below this sun Our televisions are never wrong Damned le Monde Where do you run When monitors track everywhere you've gone For so long under the gun Our televisions are never wrong Damned le Monde Damned le Monde Show you're immune to the world of haters Damned le Monde Show you're immune to the world of fakers Damned le Monde