The Black Maps - H-Burns

I move my finger further up the map

Till enemies get lost in subway signs

Think I’ll pass my turn and choose the pouring rain

There’s a bad moon up above and all is strange

And I just can’t stand the sound of everyone

Who tells me how it’s life, and how it should go on

This map turns into a maze and it’s changing us

It reads in french that nowhere is where I’m at

Should we burn all of this town

Till it smells like all is gone?

Now my head turns into routes, that I find odd

Deforming everything that’s in our sight

Down is just the northern way of saying up

Forbidden lands, ajar, keep dragging me in

This plan turns into a maze, and it’s killing us

Think of what we were & what we became in time

Should we burn all of this town

Till it smells like all is gone?