Motor (The Age Of Electric)

All the bad weather in our veins Comatose in strobe who complains Take the edge off too uptight Bored and loose from bitter spite What starts your engine, Do people Buy their way in for the ride? Motor, Motor, I'd be lost at any other speed Motor, Motor, In my space is the place for me People try to tell me what's best Drive by weakness in their myths I haven't driven it this far, By Jumping on every star * We can't grow untwisted, Everyone Has their opinion, I wish they'd keep 'em Motor, Motor, I'd be lost at any other speed Motor, Motor, In my space is the place to be In my space is the place for me