Empathetics - Pop. 1280

There’s a wreck on the highway

Glad it’s not me

Keep the windows up and try not to breathe

You think I’m doing something wrong

You know I need to sleep alone

Illumination rounds keep raining down

In a floating world, they light up the clouds

The syndrome knows which way to go

Saw your face in the light

You look just like my mother tonight

On a tiny screen, in a tiny bag

We’ll be safe if things get bad

Agent VX, I’m watching you

Every channel, my eyes and ears

Agent VX, I’m watching you

But nothing is true

Agent VX, I’m watching you

Every channel, my eyes and ears

Agent VX, I’m watching you

But nothing is true