Lit your cigarette
Under the bright lights
Stare at silhouettes
In the dead of midnight
Hello, hello, hello
Hello, you know
How do they go?
Let your cigarette
Burn down to the filter
Inhaling your regrets
Taste like winter
Hello, hello, hello
Hello, you know
Fuck it, let's go
Damned le Monde
You can't run
Satellite trace everything you've done
From day one below this sun
Our televisions are never wrong
Crush your cigarette
With a fire inside you
Tuck your ashes to the ground
Then a shade of dirt blue
Hello, hello, hello
Hello, you know
Fuck it, let's go
Damned le Monde
You can't run
Satellite trace everything you've done
From day one below this sun
Our televisions are never wrong
Damned le Monde
Where do you run
When monitors track everywhere you've gone
For so long under the gun
Our televisions are never wrong
Damned le Monde
Damned le Monde
(Show you're immune to the world of haters)
Damned le Monde
(Show you're immune to the world of fakers)
Damned le Monde
