collision, collision prime time lifestyles division, division play time, can't hide hell shows to no-one slow but I'm ready to drown if it gets the best of me yeah you heard I'm not here most times I read all the walls - it's nothing but lies gonna cut that rut, set the city alight the ground will shake and bridges burn one big bad shock you each will have your turn collision, collision prime time lifestyles division, division play time, can't hide sex on the outside shows while nothing winds up the clockwork inside of me yeah you heard i'm all yours, all times well you think they've got it wrong, the fools fighting for their place in the long line the young idles sing their song driven by the dream of the high life (high life... high life) then you fall out of control and you're rubbed against the rocks by the tide now and you wish that nothing's wrong but little by little you're worn down (worn down... worn down...) sex on the outside shows while nothing winds up the clockwork inside of me nothing winds up the clockwork inside of me