I'm moving around by how little I feel
Limbs on the ground
Head under the wheel
If everything's true then nothing is real
If nothing is true then everything is real
I cannot get out
Of these cellophane blues
No second swords fall (?)
Mind control is old news
Close your eyes before machine sells more out (?)
Cover your house with water and doubt
Water with hands water with hands
Look out
I cannot get out
Of these cellophane blues
Weeds ovеr the moon
Mind control is old news
The city won't stop
Oh thеse telephone shoes
Hit bottom and top
Scar very old bruise (?)
This unseen structure is a fantasy
The words you use will never make you free
You make me feel worse than I ever knew
I don't want anybody else but you
I cannot get out
Of these cellophane blues
Weeds over the moon
Mind control is old news
The city won't stop
Get by on the top