Drive through the streets that burn with gold White embers turn to fucking mould Watch at the roads fold like paper Watch as the sky bends backwards Aren't you seeing this Are you fucking blind Parasites devour the earth Drive through the streets that burn with gold White embers turn to fucking mould Why do my words catch in my throat Why do you see right through me The world is at its knees begging for a helping hand Comets blister through the atmosphere We are all so fucked, nothing to be done Is this how it all ends Why do my words catch in my throat Why do you see through me Why do you see me Please let this be a dream Drive through the streets that burn with gold White embers turn to fucking mould Drive through the streets that burn with gold White embers turn to fucking mould Why do words catch in my throat Why do you see right through me