Immaculate Machine fire in the lobby

Fire in the lobby and it's oh so hot
Someone better do something
People running up, people running down
They are tripping over everything
People everywhere, on the corners, on the stairs
And they're waiting for explosions
As they scribble the notes, try to find the perfect quotes
To make sense of the confusion
... I'll die from laughing then
There everyone is from crying
I'd rather be struck by lighting then
Never go outside in the storm
The supposed situation, it's not what you think
It's not what you think, it's not
Hoping it fast forward when they see it in slow motion
And the panic is contagious
And stared into the brightest flame
Until we've all gone blind
Turn our heads and shield our eyes
There's nothing left to find down here
Fire in the lobby and it's oh so hot
Someone better do something