

Selling cold bottles in the crawling lane
He says five minutes and I'm there again
Just a rave corner in an empty shell
Keep the screenshot safe that you shouldn't tell
Five minutes out, yeah that's what he swore Behind the rusted gate
on the dusty floor
(five minutes more, five minutes more)
In the corner of the shell,
we're alive Losing track of time just to survive Delete the image
but keep the sound Five minutes out from the underground!
Dusty light cutting through the broken glass
Still selling water while the shadows pass
He’s still calling from the outer ring
Just five minutes till the sirens sing
Delete the proof
Five minutes out (ahhhh)