Out on the highway ahead, statues old and dead, to the exit of the road, past it fast we go, To the bridge away, out of here and now, seventy storey bridge, ninety degrees up and down, In those northern lands, chaotic suburbians, fire breathing creatures, scattered street sweepers, To the bridge away, out of here and now, seventy storey bridge, ninety degrees up and down, They're coming to find you, and you can't hide, They're going to hunt you down, until you die. Friends I do not know, feeling the fearing grow, the witches' touch awakes jaundiced fevered shakes, To the bridge away, out of here and now, seventy storey bridge, ninety degrees up and down, Hiding out on the porch, hidden images moving close, I fear that it's all too late, one touch seals my fate, To the bridge away, out of here and now, seventy storey bridge, ninety degrees up and down, Starting to shake now, all at the sunrise, I'm starting to wake now, into my life…

Oh, trigonometry, please calculate for me The steep slope frustration, of opposite adjacent angles Your fear has ceased to be, tell me what this means The jungle is on fire from chemical sources higher Gears are pumping steam of electricity Embrace the acidic scrub We are here to wipe your fucking eyes! The time has come again, to wash your soul again Salt mined a care or two Hellholes evaded me Until you dropped the bomb, stopped the song moved along and now you're gone And the trees are breaking, suns exploding… Invading the silence even at depth urgency. There's no peace here floating on your death threads stripped me from my soothe seas sunken from my old sun bed

Night closes its heavy doors to the pissed up crowded masses, They are all searching for their phoenix in the ashes Staggered up the neon glow where my mindless eyes reside This city grants a faceless space with nowhere to hide… Merging with the concrete flesh, observing all that passes Women's tongues lock the gate, and I can't find my… Way out of here, I've become my fear… Itch scratch, itch scratch, the plan is hatched A reebo-so-may-ko-chay Darkness is my way to move, dispatched into this maelstrom Staggered up the neon glow where my mindless eyes reside This city grants a faceless space with nowhere to hide… Sauchiehall, one more down, spiraled in your madness This city lingers in my skin and I can't find my… Way out of here, I've become my fear.

Stagnation all around Stagnation in your sound We just want to move away your bloks Stagnation all around Stagnation in your sound We just want to show you all you've lost The plunge is never what it seems the lion's head breathes worth Cross the pit's illusion to the majesty unearthed Factories of broken dreams producing sanity Hold your breath's hand tightly into unreality Count reverse from 1 two 3 We won't be leaving soon so enjoy the tranquil madness of the gibberish balloon Achilles made his final plea Narcissus is in bloom Still the salamander laxes in the crescent of the moon Bloks on the horizon are rising Bloks on the horizon are rising Bloks on the horizon are rising Bloks on the horizon are rising overhead Were you there when the cubes converged? And did you see that shape emerge? Far beneath the sun forms Blok 1

The salamander underneath the calendar, Stocks up with coffee and tea, waits with me on today He licks the quarter off the ground as he spins himself a hat He's clever shy I don't know why but the world is going flat The elevator, our idol we all savor, I'll save her from top of the tree wait for me, by the way, Look inside and may you find the interstellic track I wonder why from in my mind, logic do I lack

The twin torches, a beacon of fear, clearly realizing you are no longer safe here They despise you over several seas, now you're out in the car and into the streets, Early morning rush arrives, and there's a new spark of terror in your eyes, Out to the Turnpike, headed north, scattered images fill your mind, As you look to the left, towards the airport, and wonder about the things they'll find, Caffeine fuels the job you've laid ahead, so you can pound out the payments on the thin ice over the dead, Wearing your knuckles thin till it breaks the bone, losing everything you know just to get home You know you're just a casualty of paranoid society products of we and TV, where exists peaces? Nowhere at all nowhere at all, nowhere Loss of self is just a sign of the times, where you're running behind, running blind, nowhere to hide, You work all day and you sleep the rest, now the man on the corner has a bomb on his chest, Rain falls hard on the highway cold, you know his face is wrinkled and his tar is old, Walk in the door and look at the bed (sneaking through the backyard, slow) Finally some time to rest your head (his is big, your trusted friend) Thinking about the things you've done, taking them from you and everyone, the night has come Our place to relax is under attack, a way of life has been laid to rest, what will you mother fuckers think of next, JET FLASH SMASH CRASH BREAK INTO THE HOUSE OF THE FUTURE You're casualties of paranoid society, products of we and TV, where exists peace? Nowhere at all, nowhere at all, nowhere… I'm losing mind my mind's losing it, and the only way out is through those stars The kids are growing up, not knowing who they are… Welcome home Mr. Gentleman, tardiness marked on your cold plate again, The wife is waiting; kids are playing, sit in slumber to the hum of the TV… Seceding seas mark me, unlike your dreams, there's no tunnel to escape over the rivers and cities, And still the calm refrain, the silent roar supplements the void inside your brain, again, the pain. Lights seen flashing and the walls come alive, yet I'm too afraid to even shut my eyes, Monsters of oblivion gathering in around me… Sons of the SUV learning geometry in shopping malls, to do nothing… The scum of the universe comprised of a parking lot… The walls' alive and they're closing in…the walls' alive and they're closing in around me… Seven dollars just to buy me some freedom. HEY! YOU! GET OUTTA HERE! Go to Walgreens, there you'll find things, there at Walgreen's, there you'll find things… Three of the cee's, three of the cee's… Three of the cee's but there's sixteen of three cee's , there's sixteen of three cee's, There's three cee's of sixteen, the red pills are washing down, you're washing down the cee's, You're washing them down, with lemon-lime carbonation, you're washing down sixteen three cee's with lemon-lime carbonation, you're washing down the cee's Your body is shaking, thoughts are quaking all around, pretty soon the lights turn red, You fall down hard and then you're dead, your heart beats fast and you don't know why, As you float through the floor into the sky, you need your feet no longer here…and, As you float down as you're shaking, above the floor as you're quaking, You are sinking; nothing can save you from your own devices…. Here it comes… Slowly above my head, gathering moonbeams from white to red, See the ticker slowly moving across the screen the water's churning, Birds of prey have made their way from outer space down to today, I'll finally know now what it's like to cross the deep dark crevice of eternity…

An escape, from sensible reality, from life, from love, and family Docile Mecca, isolated sanctuary, transpose the thoughts of apathy… Trusting the trees, thrill of danger on the winter breeze, guaranteed to please Set a scene, resting from the urban machine, amongst the river and growing green Separate, from taste and touch and sound and see, flake from the thoughts of reality… Trusting the trees, thrill of danger on the winter breeze, guaranteed to please And soon, you'll see the rope break eventually… The green trees around me, the sound flees, the ground breathes, in soothe seas I found peace… Magic Kingdom's burning down, move along to higher ground… Move along to pave your way, living life for just one day… One day those seas are soon to side, free tickets for the wheelchair ride…