Testo The Unattached Flashing Lights
This townâs made of tar. So when no one gets hot, theyâre stuck in their ways. And there are no better days yet to come at least not for some. To watch them some nights between parties and fights. To try to belong. It feels so very wrong (feels so wrong). So in case I donât follow, In case I donât follow this through. In case I donât follow, I think that itâs best that you knew. Theyâre the unattached. All their plans are made unhatched. They are just like you, but with nothing to do. They think Iâm one of them, but they donât know Iâll send accounts of what goes on. I have files on every one. And midtownâs the same. Itâs all a big game. You want me inside to prove that we have tried to regain this nationâs glory. The amusementâs arcade's closed for the day. Thirty or so were gathered on the road nowhere to go. My last is to you before I am through. You canât talk of trust expecting us without a fuss to always protect you, to always bring them back to you. Weâre the unattached. All our plans were made unhatched. We are just like you, but with nothing to do. Iâm one of them. No longer will I send accounts of what goes on. I know where I belong.