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.

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