He doesn’t really mean it
He doesn’t understand
Stagnating in pressure
He doesn’t lift a hand
Black setting, death running
Is he supposed to live?
You must have known his
Experiment
I’ve got this metal
It stays in time
Part of a program
Part of a fine
They kept it going
They set it big
Inside the monkey
As a horse appears
How long will we?
How long will we?
I don’t want my screaming
For the hippie crew
Standing on your vision
Nothing left to do
I wish that you’d walk in
That TV made
I never learned in
One master take
Go down sooner
I’ll throw it then
Behind nobody
They’ll disappear
So warm and welcome
So vile, alive
I never learned it
I run in life
How long will we?
How long will we?