Crowded Isolation, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Gaudy lights glare

Crowds hit the strip

Making registers ring

Horns blare

Bass thumping bumper to bumper

This street's a pinball machine

The street corner salesmen

On either side of the road

Are preachers and pushers

Help you buy or sell your soul

And it takes an hour

To go ten minutes away

What more can I say

It's a crowded isolation

And my heart can't stand the pace

It's a crowded isolation

Always feeling out of place

I'm tired of people

who shake your hand

Just trying to twist your arm

Adding to their bank accounts

with calculated charm

All the mindless chatter

Every day after day

You'll be talking to yourself

No matter what you say

End up feeling cornered

In these social circles

I've got to get away

The highway throbs

I'm pedal to the metal

Like I'm driving the tempo

With a big kick drum

Beating a retreat

My heart keeps pounding

I make a fist

When I'm under their thumb

In that maze of politics

Go ahead choose left or right

You end up running in circles

No one wins the fight

Sometimes you have to be engulfed by the fire

Before you see the light

Night falls like a drunk

In a slow motion collapse

In the sobering silence

I wonder if there's a way out

And I think perhaps