Where are we? What the [bad word] is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling
Spin me round again [bad word] my eyes
This can't be happening
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life

Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears
They were here first

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life