[Verse 1]
There's a television
There's a television
Speaking to me
There's a French girl
On my television
She's crying
In the palm of my hand

[Verse 2]
In moving metal
I read the paper, or just the photos
I rip one out with my hand
There's a massacre
Across the o-, across the o-, across the o-, across the ocean
I can see it in the palm of my hands

[Interlude]
Me hundo cada vez más hondo

[Verse 3]
Below the ground floor
We're losing signal, we've lost connection
I left her dying
She was still crying
Now she's lying in my head
[Verse 4]
Above the third rail, trash still flying
Next stop's wobbling, but I'm riding to the end
What am I good for?
I've got no signal
Abandoned to the voice in my head

[Outro]
Uh, we're gonna slow it down a bit