[Verse]

There's something solid forming in the air

And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square

No one seems to care

They carry on as if nothing was there

The wind is blowing harder now

Blowing dust into my eyes

The dust settles on my skin

Making a crust I cannot move in

And I'm hovering like a fly

Waiting for the windshield on the freeway

[Instrumental Outro]