Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking, feeling
Spin me 'round again
And rub my eyes
This can't be happening
When busy streets amass with
People who would stop to hold
Their heads heavy

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before
The takeover
The sweeping insensitivity of this
Still life
Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
Oh, you won't catch me around here
They were here first

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before
The takeover
The sweeping insensitivity of this
Still life
Hide and seek
Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
Oh, you won't catch me around here
They were here first