Miss Black America - Strobe Lyrics
"How you been doin'?", she saidI said, "Done nothing, usual thing."Cue silence...She smilesI shrugShe walks away"That's 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 years covered, then."When did I become predictable?StrobeFlickeringOn and off againWhile you played human cannonball to a small worldI've gone nowhere fast in a big town and stayed aloneJust wasting other people's space24-7, 365, finding new ways to stay off my faceWhen did I become...Go!StrobeFlickeringOn and off againStrobeWe are the living deadWe are the living deadDead by 30.