Synthetic Humanity

Movin' out where the signals hum
Too much glass not enough sun.
Tired feet on a restless ground
Need a noise that don't slow down.

Take me to that kind of place
Where the lights don't blink in place.
Wheels turn hearts don't wait -
Gotta move can't simulate.

Same street talk loopin' the beat
Static shoes on a melted street.
Mirrors smile with electric grace
Still I fade without a trace.

Take me to that kind of place
Where the lights don't blink in place.
Wheels turn hearts don't wait -
Gotta move can't simulate.

It's not the town...
It's the frequency.

Gotta move
Gotta go
Gotta pulse that steals the show