Listened to the megaphone man
he said we were facing the end
that's so much better than my mom and dad who said this is just the beginning�
�cause they're in love with their shiny new world
they're in love with their airplanes and cars and hotels
it gets invented and produced in mass the very next day
it seems that they've tried everything and nothing has failed
no need to wait for tomorrow �cause everything is blowing up today
the grass beneath my feet is a synthesized version of the work of a dying perfectionist
animals and open spaces, trees, plants and sunny days are all in line to be replaced with smokestacks
concrete and power plants�with therapy, cosmetic surgery and waist reduction plans
no compassion from our sky, smeared with billboards and dirt
it seems that they've tried everything but nothing has worked
no need to worry about tomorrow �cause everything is blowing up today
i'm in and out of clubs and stores and restaurants and bars dodging people and buildings, advertising, eye contact and cars
another day unfolds and the structures all get old
do you think that maybe you could save me?
'cause it's coming and i don't wanna be on board
miles from solitude
incredibly alone
miles from solitude
incredibly alone