Lirieke:
Burning Heads Neon Skies

the flow of life i'm not giving up the fight five days a week i'm in my cell from the tube to the cube to the underground under neon skies here i am,

time you touch the spray paint can Michelangelo's soul controls your hand Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head

in the head If life's a shadow, gimme a shot in the head Colourblind, slightly cock-eyed The world at your feet in the city tonight Burning like a flame

it's overload, we hug our pillows Heads inbreeded wit barcodes, it begins to burn, slow like charcoal Millions of civilians ride by the carloads They head