Into It. Over It. - The Designated Place at the Designated Time

High alert. Traffic signals. Keep to the right. Three AM cloak of darkness to keep out of sight. Decked out in black. Say it back. Bomb the hills single file. Ring every bell on the track. It’s about time we all said good night. Look alive, the wheels are spinning. We define what’s really living and we’re really living. Let’s meet at the designated place. Let’s meet at the designated time. After hours “Midnight Merauders”. Urban exploring. The cities sons and daughters. We’re so sick of getting sicker and sadder. Detours between the sky and Lower Wacker. And the wheels are spinning. We define what’s really living. Look alive, wheels are spinning. We define what’s really living. Someone please make a toast as we wake up the neighbors, it’s about time we all said good night.

Written by:
Adam Beck, Evan Weiss, Joe Shadid, Matthew Frank

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