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(words and music © Howie Lucero, bmi) Fast light . . . fast food . . . rotating logos on the outside of your room. You run and run, and you run your body - run your body down the groove. Short nights and all day long; we keep believing that there's nothing going on. I know something - something's so wrong, and we keep winding this chaotic time bomb. The world's spinning all the time, and here am I, stuck with writing rhymes. So I scream, "How can I go on like this if I don't know why the hell I exist?" Some white . . . some blue . . . and how the fire's burning faster than you move. Some try . . . some lose; it's never what you have, it's only what you use. Short nights and all day long; we keep believing that there's nothing going on. I know something - something's so wrong, and we keep winding this chaotic time bomb. (inst.) Fast light . . . fast food . . . rotating logos on the outside of your room. Tonight . . . keep tuned 'cause we are lighting the chaotic time fuse. (repeat) From Letras Mania