This weird world is rewiring me To speak and think like a human man To walk the streets like a citizen And talk about the weather whenever I can Did I tell ya we found an alien outside of Niagara On the way to Odessa She stood outside smoking an e-cigarette Drilling silence and words into the tip of my head Don't go anywhere Stay scared You can't breathe Man, you don't even want to Think about it I felt a sensation of billions of blood cells magic spells spirit and vibrations of lust From some four dozen post-d**h meatball heroes It was sinister and strange Drove me to the edge From a metal to a magnet And then a black hole And here comes some a**hole in the mouth of the room With the head of a lion and the heart of a mosquito Mourning the severing of his gut With a burp of bourbon and a tragic scream Don't go anywhere Stay scared I can't breathe Man, I don't even want to What about you? Sometimes I must admit I hear a voice calling me from afar I can't comprehend the words but the message is clear And it penetrates me like a chainsaw I know what it means Man I know what to do Yet I cower in the temporary warmth of the pack When will I start running? When will I run from the pack to that dissonant shriek Of a freak who howls alone in Riverside Park? And upon my arrival in that wild uncharted volume Whatever will I do? Will I erase these questions from my mind? You can't break the ground in manic town But you can smell the suicide I had somewhere to go So I went to the TPM show There's absolutely nothing that stitches can't sew Dropped all my sh** in a puddle of spit in Tompkins Square Took it back Bolted off like a poison cat Straight into the arms of the electric chair Born in the shadow of Moloch It was written on my forehead Taken by the hand of the quicksand Fell in and never got out Snakes and spiders in my legs They're not going away I hear sirens and screams from the rooftop And I feel better Tonight I'm gonna die in front of your eyes I've got nothing better to do The train station's closed And the landlord doesn't know And I love you At night in Skyscraper, New York A bullet rings through the air Through landscapes of dirt And panoramas of lazy eyes There is something else behind these walls and doors Which lead to breakfast at night In Skyscraper, New York A party emerges in Skyscraper, New York The lonely club singer becomes physically demented But the man behind the wall was dying In a room of saturated blues and cigarette smoke Illuminated by black and white camera flashes From photgraphers in tuxedoes At night in Skyscraper, New York A hospital in Skyscraper, New York is fluorescent greens and whitened walls A man in a gown loses all character inside of him at the sight of a syringe But manages to remain calm in front of doctors Campaigning for the next parade of infants to march in their doors At night in Skyscraper, New York He died on the street last night in Skyscraper, New York Fueled by the messages on the billboards starring signs of the apocalypse And silver screen dreams of a last chance at the road to fame Through the back entrance at the theater where the rocket ship went off And the ashes of Hi8 video tapes of the crash sent everyone back to bed A memorable moment in the days of looking out the window into a golden sky He was no more His soul sinking into the stained cement The raindrops in the mud The friends with mouths wide open The bluest sky from the oceans of his entire life At nacht in Skyscraper, New York