Вершы: Boyce Avenue. Disturbia.

No more gas in the rig
Can't even get it started?
Nothing heard, nothing said
Can't even speak about it?
Out my life out my head
Don't want to think about it
Feels like I'm going insane
Yeah!

It's a thief in the night to come and grab you
It can creep up inside you and consume you
A disease of the mind, it can control you
It's too close for comfort

Put on your brake lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out, you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise

Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia!
Am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia! Oh, disturbia!

Faded pictures on the wall
It's like they talking to me
Disconnecting phone calls
The phone don't even ring
I gotta get out or figure this shit out
It's too close for comfort

It's a thief in the night to come and grab you
It can creep up inside you and consume you
A disease of the mind, it can control you
I feel like a monster

Put on your brake lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out, you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise

Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia!
Am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia!
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia! Oh, disturbia!

Disturbia!
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia!
Am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia!
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia! Oh, disturbia!