campus is getting bigger they are working on it all the time

Acting on the tv

i can see their faces

red alert, the siren's loud, the drafted are all coming back

this job takes dedication

when things start with no beginning

it doesn't mean that they aren't true

as the current through the atlas

nips the wrist with a fork through it

half the battles fueled with hate

"many loathsome fights were sacred!"

shout the crew who hold their swatches

they paint on the set and cry

ice is plastic enough to try to sculpt wiht it

the color curdles and waves drip down

and i'm still thinking about the time a scene takes them

the dormitories are awful quiet

acting on the tv

and he's not pretending

i'm convinced that there's not something else beneath

the pixeled screen

an army edit

the set was finished last

ice is plastic enough

to try to sculpt with it

color curdles and waves drip down

i'm still thinking about the time a scene takes them

the dormitories are awful quiet

and these swollen eyes

and static lens

they blink when there's nothing but tv

we beg for it

to calm us down

and believe that it's real what they're doing

these swollen eyes

and static lenses

they blink on and off and off and on