Mild apprehension Blank dreams of the coming fun Distort the odds of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay inert You say "I've got the backbone" The back way to escape the gun Climbing a tree with a missing limb And not saving anyone And now it hurts To stay at home And see flash The mirror ball's throwing mold You can't get a grip if there's nothing to hold See the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt But if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt Plants, as far as I know are still Still bending toward the light And if we dance Until the heart explodes It'll make this place ignite And even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope it's just A case of Flash delirium Here's a growing culture Deep inside a corpse Ages stuck together Takin' it to the source Timeless desperation Pictures on a screen scream "Hey people, what does it mean?" Comfort keeps us nice So quick to donate everything Die wolken drifting blinding smiles circling (einkreisen) And time's tingling spines Attaching hands to floor The rosy-tinted flash The hot dog's getting cold And you'll never be as good as the Rolling Stones Watch the birds in the airport gathering dirt Crowd the clean magazine chick lifting up her skirt Lines when I close my eyes and just (why close one eye and try to) Aim blindly at the sun (pledge allegiance to the sun) And hear love When plastic ghosts start singing terrorizing Everyone (When plastic ghosts start terrorizing everyone) (Geometric troops aligning) (Carried up to the burial mounds) with gold It's a heavy time but your (My earthbound heart is heavy) Your rhythm makes it light (Your heartbeat keeps things light) And explode Like a violent star keeps threatening the night (With the violence forever threatening the night) And even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust That our heads won't bust Sixty-six fifty-five red battleships Fourty earth-like planets Three holes, two tits One fork in its side Zero tears in their eyes Sue the spiders Sink the Welsh Stab your Facebook Sell sell sell Undercooked Overdone Mass adulation not so funny Poisoned honey Pseudo science Silly money You're my honey!