Where are we?

What the hell is going on?

The dust has only just began to fall

Crop circles in the carpet,

sinking, feeling

Spin me around 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 was hung before

The takeover,

the sweeping insensitivity of this

Still alive

Hide and seek

Trains and sewing machines?

All those years they were here first

Oily marks appear on walls

Where pleasure moments was hung before

The takeover,

the sweeping insensitivity of this

Still alive

Hide and seek

Hide and seek

Trains and sewing machines?

All those years they were here first