Nobody ever wants to be in the kind of town where
In the atlas you can never see, politically blinded
Certainly it hurts when people aren't aware of your being
Riding on the bus you always see the very same faces
Every single day and week by week, so you can tell me
Everything about their lives and all of their favorite things to eat
Peering through the gates I see
Two very hungry towers glistening
Filling all the lines with energy
Do you every stop and think of what they're eating?
Has anyone ever been in your house that didn't always live there
If you were my only friend, could it be that
I could never see your bedroom
With all the books and magazines that you read
Do people ever disappear at night, vanishing suddenly
With winks from the guards who stand outside and secretly imply
That scientists inside experiment to see if people burn chemically