time to wake up my love remember that word foreign to your eardrum that noun sometimes verb now ive got you right here by my side dodging all of the flack now ive got my ak 65 with her hair of jet black spare the ones that weep before we sleep lost inside the silver screen my baby noir i can help change the scene lets get in my car away from the technocrats and the dull collective escaping vampire bats thats our objective well confuse the machine creating chaos wiping everything clean freedoms the payoff your trench coated tarzan bang pop ive got em melts like hot marzipan this faulty system well be outland by day there youre safe with me this will be our getaway our little galaxy