Lyrics
Broken glass under
A poison half-moon
On some shattered highway that goes nowhere
Wraps around its prey
Like a concrete serpent
With fangs fastened around my throat
I choke on the fumes as the world in a blur
Falls away but leaves me clouded and hollow
Blood on my hands,
And a thing in the backseat
That used to be human
Flying on the highway
Trying to outrun me, drained of thought,
That used to be human
But the broken glass, it haunts me
Glittering like gems
Or sparkling like evil rainfall
That turns to steam in the heat
Ugly, hot, and shaking
With the thing in the backseat
Blood on my hands,
And a thing in the backseat
That used to be human
Flying on the highway
Trying to outrun me, drained of thought,
That used to be human
It seeps through the plastic shroud...
As I push it, faster and further
I push a needle, I push a needle, yeah
It seeps through the plastic shroud...
As I push it, faster and further
I push a needle, I push a needle
I push a needle
nas around the eyes
Around the judging eyes of streetlights
Mad with thirst
Almost enough to lap up iridescent rain
Just a little further,
But the pupils of night are diminishing
Subtle
By the time the smog sets in to eat away the morning
I should be somewhere, praying that I'm dreaming
Blood on my hands,
And a thing in the backseat
That used to be human
Flying on the highway
Trying to outrun me, drained of thought,
That used to be human
It seeps through the plastic shroud...
As I push it, faster and further
I push a needle, I push a needle, yeah
It seeps through the plastic shroud...
As I push it, faster and further
I push a needle, I push a needle, yeah
It seeps through the plastic shroud...
As I push it, faster and further
I push a needle, I push a needle, yeah
It seeps through the plastic shroud...
As I push it, faster and further
I push a needle, I push a needle
