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