Sound of Guns - Lightspeed

Here's to electrical storms
That light up the nerves that we've torn
Here's to the coma's that guide us back over the wall

You sin to forget what you know
A skin is for shedding alone
Take your medication to claw back the patience you sold

You've got nowhere else to go
The last card's bin turned over
Here comes a spiral down

An ocean of fools changing lanes
All beg on their knees to pertain
All sold to the needles and pins in a blink of an eye

So here's to electrical storms
That severes the night from the dawn
In solace of vision there's sober division of love

You've got nowhere else to go
The last card's bin turned over
Here comes a spiral down
And it feels so strange
When you're kicking on at lightspeed
And never slowing down