And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

I'd rather you choose me I'd rather you chose me every day I looked into myself like a case with you You don't weigh me down like you think you do I'm not looking to hold you down Down goes the mist I know places that I'd go with you You say that all

It's a contradiction Can you feel I'm not like you anymore I can't see, I can't breathe See you quiver like the dogs on the streets Looking down on as I beat you It's bad religion, from a broken nation And I can't take it anymore Who's to say I won't

I'm made of metal My circuits gleam I am perpetual I keep the country clean Up here in space I'm looking down on you My lasers trace Everything you do You think you've private lives

You could be that You could be that girl And I can see that good girl gone bad Well I'm looking for a bonnie Lookin' for a p.I.C A 'lil partner in crime come hell or high water she's down she's ridin' with me 'Lil miss watch for blue lights While I

As I was set to fall in Gain the wolf I'm looking for you in the woods tonight, I'm looking Looking for you in my flashlight, I'm searching From in the high or down the ocean And I face myself in reason Conjure me as a child Slipping down a web side

Up here in space I'm looking down on you My lasers trace Everything you do You think you've private lives Think nothing of the kind There is no true escape I'm watching all the time I'm made of metal

Burn it down (burn it down baby burn it burn it down) So burn it down, burn it down So burn it down (burn it down baby burn it burn it down) Looking through a window made of time, Would you have the courage not to lie If you're feeling like I feel then

Somebody's smiling down on you Put a sign on the door you're untouchable Put a sign on the door untouchable Somebody's looking down on you I get this feeling, every time I see your face You never grow old, you never look tired, you never seem outta place

And it's your face, I'm looking for On every street There's gotta be a record of you some place You gotta be on somebodys books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your