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Speeding through landscapes stopping for no one

Cutting the air not avoiding the coastline

Don’t stop for breath there’s no point in breathing

There’s dust on your face but it dries up the bleeding

Can you hear me

Are you receiving

Hello, hello this is Luddite Joe

Calling MAYDAY, calling MAYDAY

Scanning the bandwidth frequency skipping

Pinning your hopes on an effigy of yourself

Deus ex machina is the wind that controls you

There’s a gun in your mouth but you’re frightened to use it

Can you hear me

Do you receive me

Hello, hello this is Luddite Joe

Calling MAYDAY, calling MAYDAY

Watching and waiting nightfall to daybreak

The screen is your window, white noise and fading

Your sex is your own, gotta make do with yourself

How long have you got, better face the facts there’s no one else

Can you hear me

Are you receiving

Hello, hello this is Luddite Joe

Calling MAYDAY, calling MAYDAY