Transport Signals Video (MV)

Feeling sentimental
Trash upon the train tracks
Trying to catch the train to China Town
All these human faces blur into the pavement
I don't wanna see them. I don't wanna be one
I can't stand to feel the eye contact
Antiquated station. Public transportation

Continental city
Mind without a conquest tries to find distractions from itself
It amplifies the static human interaction

Give me empty space for thought decay
Cosmic rot. I can't make sense of the chaos
I can't make sense of the

I can't seem to recognize my hands
I can't seem to feel at ease in my skin
I can't seem to figure out where I am
Am I alone on the tarmac?
Did I just die in a train wreck?
Is this the feeling of regret, regret, regret, regret, regret?

To have a conversation gotta keep your eyes straight
Every word's a prompt for quick response
Ask them how their day's been
Try to pay attention
So, tell me how your day's been. I will pay attention
Is every day another day that follows other days around?
Must every word I utter be followed by another?
It's exhausting. I'm exhausted
So exhausted

So give yourself to the sacred cycle of shifting light and transport signals
Compromise provides equilibrium
Equilibrium paints the picture black

Give me empty space for thought decay
Cosmic rot. I can't make sense of the chaos
I can't make sense of the the

It paints the picture black
It paints the picture black
It paints the picture black
It paints the picture black
It paints the picture black