Throughways Songtext
von Reconnaissance

Peaked atop the oiled arms
We glare down at the city
Seeking out this second′s course
To clock in for the days bread
Stock decisions must be made
To medal in the fastest lap
Escape the sharp timed yellow lights
In breaking to the cryptic

Descending down on
The sprawling clutter
Poking from the tapered glove,
Three fingers rip out
To throughways


A smooth transition then back to transmission
The second coming crawls
Neutral through the neighborhoods
Accelerates from fumbered flats to
10 high-heels thrusting
Past the Rose and empty Fountain
The weathered wood is a standing, arms crossed and
Shades after sunset

Being fair to the facts
LA breaks for heaving lines
To see an egg a crushed upon
The muscle that pumps the yolk throughout
The veins that feed the cultured crop
Of Socialites and Deviant Teens
With Fake IDs and Credit Lines
Faithful to their scene
On throughways


The metro's calling out
Feel the push,
Shoving us closer
To narrowing brown bottles
Polluting the systems
Not choking on the smoke
Sovereign on our conquests
Determined to beat the bulk
It′s wrapped up and mapped out
It's kind of a joke
On Throughways

We merge with the cattle and run down
Throughways
Waiting our turn to head in on the
Throughways
It's not just a trip
Every time the coin flips
We crawl through our days
Sustaining throughways