Did you ever realize why there are no stars in the sky?

Because they're on the ground.

The air is brown.

We're trapped in this town.

Let me go -- I can't breathe.

I drag myself through the debris.

I never felt more alone than on this starry road.



The air is warm but I feel grey.

The chill of dawn on a funeral day.

I lie in unrest while heavy dirt falls to my chest.

I fade away and the hollow phantoms stay.



Imagination in a chokehold, I've been steamrolled by gold records.

Inspectors are watching over me, under lock and key.

Chalk my outline; they'd talk of this if I'd died from a broken heart.

They've taken art, turned it to something they think we'll buy.



The air is warm but I feel grey.

The chill of dawn on a funeral day.

I lie in unrest while heavy dirt falls to my chest.

I fade away and the hollow phantoms stay.



My blood is their liquid vitamin.

Their madness festers under their skin!



The air is warm but I feel grey.

The chill of dawn on a funeral day.

I lie in unrest while heavy dirt falls to my chest.

I fade away and the hollow phantoms stay.



I have never felt so alone in my whole life.