Well, it's 3 a.m. I'm out here riding again. Through the wicked winding streets of my world. I make a wrong turn break it now, I'm too far gone. I got a siren on my tail and that ain't the fine I'm lookin' for.
Hello, hello. . Are you out there?. M.O.D. are you out there?. I can't see your face. But you left a trace on a data back-road. That I almost erased. Not even God takes this long to get back.