I saw a crash on the interstate. It left a feeling I could not shake. Just a name in a database who must be notified. It's not a phone call I wanna make.
Well, the future's got me worried. Such awful thoughts. My head's a carousel of pictures. The spinning never stops. I just want someone to walk in front.
The barons of industry put inspiration on Hitlers tongue. The next century crashed hard. With a loud sound like a starting gun. Its race for acquisition and to make more things that glow.