Every red light is just another excuse
that I use to produce more volume.
It's a habit that I'd like to kick, but
where's the fun in letting reality win?

Thoughts of an elephant's walk
to help usher the pedestrians along.
It's the only way that I can make it through
the fray without feeling a step out of place.

Less a statement than it is an S.O.S.
A special request for the rightful ruler
of senseless vengeance in the lane over.
I'm the kid with a stick poking tension
like look mom I think it's playing Rapture.

I'm on a mission.
Where's the launch button?
I'm on a mission.
Where's the launch button?