Did you ever realize why there are no stars in the sky? Because they're on the ground. The air is brown. We're trapped in this town. Let me go -- I can't breathe. I drag myself through the debris. I never felt more alone than on this starry road.
The air is warm but I feel grey. The chill of dawn on a funeral day. I lie in unrest while heavy dirt falls to my chest. I fade away and the hollow phantoms stay.
Imagination in a chokehold, I've been steamrolled by gold records. Inspectors are watching over me, under lock and key. Chalk my outline; they'd talk of this if I'd died from a broken heart. They've taken art, turned it to something they think we'll buy.
The air is warm but I feel grey. The chill of dawn on a funeral day. I lie in unrest while heavy dirt falls to my chest. I fade away and the hollow phantoms stay.
My blood is their liquid vitamin. Their madness festers under their skin!
The air is warm but I feel grey. The chill of dawn on a funeral day. I lie in unrest while heavy dirt falls to my chest. I fade away and the hollow phantoms stay.