Where are we? What the hell is going on? The dust has only just begun to form.
Crop circles in the carpet. Sinking feeling.

Spin me round again and rub 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 (you won't catch me around here)
All those years, blood and tears (hearts)
They were here first.

What did you say? That you only meant well? Well of course you did.
What did you say? That it's all for the best? Of course it is.
What did you say? That it's just what we need? You decided this.
What did you say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.