Just don't know the layman's terms
To call the mess you breed
Crawls beneath this surface
Soils blood to your family tree

The dates, they changed
With each new phase
I'm anxious bouts of nervous

What am I without the bruises?
These switches won't come on
What do I do to lose it
Beneath this distress call?
Oh-oh

Let the wheels burn, let the wheels burn
Stack the tires to the neck with the body inside
Let the wheels burn, let the wheels burn
Stack the tires to the neck with the body inside

Frames of infrared
Keep scrolling into focus
Scarab claimed the busy signal
With the habits that you noticed

The dates, they changed
With each new phase
I'm anxious bouts of nervous

What am I without the bruises?
These switches won't come on
What do I do to lose it
Beneath this distress call?
Oh-oh

Let the wheels burn, let the wheels burn
Stack the tires to the neck with the body inside
Let the wheels burn, let the wheels burn
Stack the tires to the neck with the body inside

Take in all the hostages
Into the Oval Office
Draw the curtains, part their hair
And pull the trigger softly
If they have become empty
Then I'll just take you with me
One driver in your motorcade
Is all it takes, is all it takes
Selling graves in Teflon veins
Is all it takes is all it takes

What am I without the bruises?
These switches won't come on
What do I do to lose it
Beneath this distress call?
Oh-oh

Let the wheels burn, let the wheels burn
Stack the tires to the neck with the body inside
Let the wheels burn, let the wheels burn
Stack the tires to the neck with the body inside

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Writer(s): Cedric Bixler, Omar Rodriguez