Bring down the fader
The shader has a mutator
And the data on the display
Is arranged in a way that breaks the matrix
A big fix
And she’s thinkin’ bout the diamonds
Redlining, and I remind her
The line and the timing
Were designed by the guy we met on the fourth of July
You know, Slick Dick
Who’s got the papers to aid our escape
And erase all the trails that we make
And liaise with the snakes
Who will tamper with the brakes, oh
Old tricks
Cause her disguise with the red eye
Derives from her rising sign
Divided like a Gemini with a Pisces mind

Sitting on the Green Line, seems fine
It gets easier every time
When you find it hard to unwind
Take my advice

What’s the justification for your frustration?
It’s amazing, at the break of day you seemed so elated
And now you’re acting out like a little bitch
You need fine tuning, you’re clueless
You get your boots licked but the blues stick around
And you get so down and you don’t feel proud
So we’ll take you round to see the witch
She’s got the potions to set your soul in motion
Stir your devotion, rewire your emotions
Synergise, deep dive, redline
Old tricks
Cause my disguise with the fake eye
Derives from a line that I heard as a child
In an Oscar Wilde play, small brain, big brain
Go again?

Sitting on the Green Line, seems fine
It gets easier every time
When you find it hard to unwind
Take my advice

He’s got a getaway car awaiting
It’s strange the connections you make
He’s got a cast of characters
Making phone calls in the background
He’s articulate and he knows your secrets
So look out, keep an ear to the ground
And slowly I remember what I’ve taken
We’re at Major Lazer
And I take one look at my creation
And I hate it