Florencia Tropicana Emperor X

It takes a call to make us face where we stop and start
And in the mall, at the J.C. Penney where your mama works
We drove across the state, halfway to Boston and the borderline
You bought a map
And the FTA (sic) searched your flight all night

A one way arrow puts you on Air France
Reverse the flow of time and your plane flies backwards
Let it crash into Florida and kill my chance
Standing on a desktop, screaming swear words

Getting crushed at the night club
You're drinking too much tea from Long Island toxins
I see you dance to the Japanese dub
That you put in my head when we started talking

We fight
We're sending out sabers through the satellites all night
Through the AP wires and security networks
Give light to your fiber-optic head
It's a mess of cables
It's a balled up fist
And it's angry at the concept of technology drift

I open .txt files at the break of day
.psd extension blasted
Bleary eyes and a soulless sway
I swagger out the door
Yeah, I'm sure I’ve lost it