What a beautiful way to fake it
A sort of graceful defeat
We pound a pattern out on the pavement
We sound the siren out through the streets
Advance with perfect nonchalance
To the staccato of the rifle report
Don´t marvel at our confidence
It´s just bravado that a blindfold affords

You tell me that you wanna stop the war
But baby you can´t dance if there´s no floor
Motion isn´t meaning
It´s just another drug
But it´s all we´ve got...

What a way to keep it together
A black box, a prescription for speed
We found a freeway that goes on forever
We drown the demon in the deep black sea

Shield your eyes
Keep running to the rhythm of the rifle repeating
Paralyzed
But I gotta keep movin´ if I wanna keep breathing

You tell me that you wanna stop the war
But baby you can´t dance if there´s no floor
Motion isn´t meaning
It´s just another drug
But it´s all we´ve got... we´ve got nowhere to go

I´ll take the knife or the easy chair
We are but gods for a moment
I´ll take the knife or the easy chair
We are but gods!