Did you ever realize why there are no stars in the sky?
Because they're on the ground
The air is brown
We're trapped in this town
Let me go -- I can't breathe
I drag myself through the debris
I never felt more alone than on this starry road

The air is warm but I feel grey
The chill of dawn on a funeral day
I lie in unrest while heavy dirt falls to my chest
I fade away and the hollow phantoms stay

Imagination in a chokehold, I've been steamrolled by gold records
Inspectors are watching over me, under lock and key
Chalk my outline; they'd talk of this if I'd died from a broken heart
They've taken art, turned it to something they think we'll buy

The air is warm but I feel grey
The chill of dawn on a funeral day
I lie in unrest while heavy dirt falls to my chest
I fade away and the hollow phantoms stay

My blood is their liquid vitamin
Their madness festers under their skin!

The air is warm but I feel grey
The chill of dawn on a funeral day
I lie in unrest while heavy dirt falls to my chest
I fade away and the hollow phantoms stay

I have never felt so alone in my whole life