Lit your cigarette
Under the bright lights
Stare at silhouettes
In the dead of midnight

Hello Hello
Hello Hello
You know
How to let go

Let your cigarette burn down to the filter
Inhaling your regrets
Tastes like winter

Hello Hello
Hello Hello
You know
Fuck it
Let's go

Damned le Monde
You can't run
Satellites trace everything you've done
From day one
Below this sun
Our televisions are never wrong
Crush your cigarette
With the fire inside you
Tap your ashes to the ground
In a shade of dirt blue

Hello Hello
Hello Hello
You know
Fuck it
Let's go

Damned le Monde
You can't run
Satellites trace everything you've done
From day one
Below this sun
Our televisions are never wrong
Damned le Monde
Where do you run
When monitors track everywhere you've gone
For so long
Under the gun
Our televisions are never wrong

Damned le Monde
Damned le Monde
Suddenly you're immune
To the world of haters
(Their lies
Their lies)
Suddenly you're immune
To the world of fakers
(Their lies
Their lies)

Damned le Monde
(Damned le Monde)