Night Run - XP8, Syrian

Long trails of streetlights

Engraved onto my eyes

Plagued air invade my lungs

Visor down on this night run.

Light’s traffic, two levels down

The seediest part of town

The sexiest motorbike

Going after those from whom we hide.

Shake the tension off your mind

No running even if we’re out time

Try to melt into the crowd

The unrelenting wall of sound.

We’re inside, we’re patching in

Logging on this cruel machine

Looking for some hidden path

To the code we need to crack

This toxic air is part of me

The streets unfolding underneath

The circuit of my destiny

Printed in blood and bones in me

This dying city is part of me

It’ll show no sign of my defeat

The circuit of my destiny

Printed in blood inside of me

The ceiling cracks they’re onto us

Can only see their muzzles flash

Out on the street we try to hide

She got hit and you didn’t see her die

This toxic air is part of me

The streets unfolding underneath

The circuit of my destiny

Printed in blood and bones in me

This dying city is part of me

It’ll show no sign of my defeat

The circuit of my destiny

Printed in blood inside of me

Four in the morning the skyscraper sleeps

I am alone to taste my defeat

The room is dark where she waits for me

One single kiss won’t erase my guilt

This toxic air is part of me

The streets unfolding underneath

The circuit of my destiny

Printed in blood and bones in me

This dying city is part of me

It’ll show no sign of my defeat

The circuit of my destiny

Printed in blood inside of me