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Breaking Out - The Protomen

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Breaking Out

The Protomen

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This city doesn’t know what’s coming

She doesn’t feel the heat

This city won’t know what hit her

What knocked her out into the streets

This city’s thinking that it’s over

And she’s already fast asleep

So I’m breaking out of here tonight

I am ready!

We’re given only what we need

Only the chance to survive

And even then, it’s a coin toss

A roll of the dice

There’s gotta be something better

Somewhere that feels more alive

So I’m breaking out of here tonight

I’m breaking out of here

You’ve gotta feel it girl

Feel the wind pick up

It feels like something’s gonna change (Something's gotta change)

But there’s no use putting it in drive

If all the wheels are stuck

There’s something wrong here (Something's wrong here)

Like this whole city wants to scream

But no one makes a sound

But, you’ve got to feel it, baby (Something's wrong here)

So I’m gonna find out what it is

And I’m gonna tear it down

Joe turned to a girl who’d been ignoring him all night, leaned in,

and whispered in her ear

The engine’s running, baby

We don’t have time for goodbyes

I know you can’t come with me

I see that look in your eyes

So kiss me fast

Cause there’s no time to lose

Leave the light on

I’ll come back for you

When everything is said and done

I swear I’m gonna make it right

I’m breaking out of here tonight

Joe leaned in and stole a quick kiss from the girl.

She smiled and made a move

to slap him but he was already out of reach.

He kicked the door open and tore

out into the dark streets.

Fire in his blood.

He didn’t know exactly where he

was going.

Only that he was moving.

And moving was something

The slight breeze against his forehead meant that something was changing.

He raised his voice, crying out against the quiet, constant hum of the city.

From the windows high above the streets, a few concerned women called out to

him to keep his voice down.

For his own sake.

For all their safety

I’m so tired of giving up

I am so tired of giving in

You wake up knowing things should change

Not knowing where to begin

This city won’t say where she’s going

She won’t speak of where she’s been

So I’m breaking out of here tonight…

Break out

Without noticing where he was heading, he’d reached his home — or his former

home — his mother’s house.

She’d vanished three years ago.

He hadn’t been back

since.

His father had been gone now for nearly ten.

Heading around back,

he made a straight line for a small workshop, set apart from the house

His father’s motorbike was there.

A relic.

A gas engine bolted to an iron frame.

He kicked the engine a few times and the bike roared to life.

As he turned

onto the street and opened the throttle — the sound of combustion savaging the

silence of the night air — he could almost make out the sound of the collective

gasp let out by the neighborhood.

He could almost imagine window after window

opening above the street line.

Frightened face after frightened face leaning

out into the bright glow of the streetlamps.

Timid voice after timid voice

telling him, speaking in unison

A chorus of fear

Ooh, don’t turn your back on the city

Joe ignored the voices.

He thought perhaps he was the only one who hadn’t

turned his back.

He kicked the shifter

Say a prayer for all the children still sleeping (Ooh, don’t turn your back on

the city)

3rd gear

Say a prayer for all the fathers who still remember (Ooh, don’t turn your back

on the city)

4th

Say a prayer for all the girls who’ve learned to stand up (Ooh, don’t turn your

back on the city)

5th

Say a prayer for all the boys who won’t surrender

Sometimes I just want to drive

Until the streets run out

I want to burn until there’s

Nothing left to burn about

This city’s waiting for a better day

When I get back there will be hell to pay

If I’m the only one left standing

I will not be afraid to fight

So I’m breaking out of here tonight

I feel a fever coming on me

Burning out of control

And I hear nothing but the static (Nothing but the static)

For years now there’s been nothing

But the static on the radio

If you can hear my voice outside these walls (If you can hear me)

If you can hear me sending out this message tonight

Then break the silence, send a signal back (If you can hear me)

I’m coming, all I need is a little guiding light…

…if you can hear me