Ride all the blackouts inside.
This lady's burning business is a failing design.
I'm free, and I'm right.
There's a halo trapped in an organ.
It stays out of the light.
I don't care where we go as long as it's straight down.
There's an organ trapped in a phone call.
It doesn't make a sound.
I'm ready.
I'm free.
And I'm right.