Megatsunami crunching down the island Conspiracy theories make me sad Now let's think fluffy happy thoughts -- Money -- The sleeping and cycling Cover me in reverb
An elegist, an epidemiologist A fucking guerrilla general Cleaning up New York I stop at a truck stop somewhere in Pennsylvania Or upstate New York and watch the young mothers Surrounded by personalized merchandise
A radio-controlled savior Nobody out. The twitching won't stop.
I am watching this network exist to pull all the energy. It's working. The clouds coughing, The airplanes wheezing wherever.
Putting meals together for love, For kindling, a little brandy maybe. In the bottom of the glass, a watery cola blip
Nothing and nobody staring into what they love It's blinding!