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 with 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 someone 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 onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
