Two-Fifty Songtext

von Chris Walla

All hail an emminent collapse
You can fumble for your maps
But we're exhausted by the facts

We still believe old Henry's dream
An assembly line, a team
The fire brand the steam
Who believes it more than we

Pull the switch and find the fireman
We need more than fun
We need a plan,
A solution,
We need efficiency.

We all are fractured factory lines
Once filled with bliss and drive
Now hope bees without a hive
How will we survive?

There is a room for me or you.
They just don't need us like they did when it was new
Well it's a lack of sheer commitment,
A lack of tightening the bound of moving on
Let's move forward out of
Let's move forward out of
Let's move forward out of
Let's move on...