So I found myself in the sun, oh yeah. A hell of a place to end a run, oh yeah. . California, I'm fine. Somebody check my brain. . California's all right.
Been awhile and you see his face. So you can't ignore the waste. All the empty spaces. No one home, leaving only traces. Give up, go 'way. He's not yours to save.
I like to sit. Do nothing at home. I disappear, turn off the phone. I lose myself. Hide from the sun. I make a trip, when i'm out of fun. I cut you in, come on let's go for a fall.
Should I live so long. To see 'em dropping bombs. Hope I have you near. Check out what comes after here... what comes after here. . Generation turned a chemical tribe.
Day break, wind is blowing strong. No escape, caught on a reef in the storm. Castaway, licking his cracked lips sore. Patient, waits, hoping the rats reach the shore... yeah... yeah.