Straight Lines Songtext
von Robocobra Quartet

i want to be a doctor. i want to be a vet.
i want to be what the universe doesn′t know it needs yet.
i want to be a firefighter, albert stanley
right now i'm gordon ramsay

when the letters stop comin, when the jury comes in
i want to be a straight line
i want be present for the shrill chime of my verdict


a guard in a white uniform, a sixteen year old not home
i′m perched on the pavement clutching a phone
galvanised by the knowledge that I'm alone

learning about straight lines
a billion people with little x's for lives
a billion people joined in a collective sigh

when I emerge and roll the boulder back i′ll be much bolder and tactful too.
the slate will be wiped and i′ll start anew.

i'll be a straight line
i′ll be present for the shrill chime of my verdict