electronica is everywhere
neon holes in flashing air
burning souls in ever bliss
manufactured, all of this
0's and 1's in my skull
just too much to control
robot, do your thing
make me love, make me sing
CHORUS:
the numbers keep on spinning
the sugar's got me wild
set me down in the city
there I'll rest my weary eyes
eat me up whole
this flesh has lost all control
all my food is filled with shit
chemicals to ease all this
our children start to bloat
like corpses on nazi boats
television's got me wacked
watch yourself, I may snap
CHORUS
You don't know, you don't know
I said no, I said no
you let go, you let go
so let's go, let's go...
CHORUS
everything to everyone
looks like this world's about done
wrap it up and sign the card
send it off, perhaps to mars
CHORUS
my eyes...