The man `cross the street he don`t move a muscle
Though he`s all covered in dust
When constitutions of granite can`t save the planet
What`s to become of us
With a painted restraint I don`t move a muscle
Though a turbine roars
If the bathwater`s clear and my ear`s underwater
It`s a tolerant hum from the core
Sleep`s beckoning from the depths
From the cracks and from the crevices
Join the army of ghosts
The murmurs in the mist
That`s when the powers of observation
Come to the periphery town
And we carry their water
We don`t make a sound
And after gaining our resignation
The come through the chain-link fence
You only enemy`s panic
Your only chance is to start making sense
Sleep plunging into deeper debt
Into bunkers and black minarets
On a geyser of ink
A morning voice faint and yet
And it sounds heroincredible
Sound that makes the headphones edible
Awake affiliated and indelible
The man `cross the street he don`t move a muscle
Though he`s all covered in dust
Says constitutions of granite can`t save the planet
What`s left to captivate us
What`s left to captivate us
What`s left to captivate us
What`s left to become of us