He tends to walk wearing protective extra skin the city's violent nakedness comes from within a boiling lava-bulb, the core that sees them all It might decide to ease their fate and watch them fall...
...like shells to the ground
...like shells to the ground
He sees them through, he tries to be one with the bulb And though the body-condom stretches it can be quite hard to See everything clearly, there's a plastic wall between Him and the world, everyone is killed, they fall...
...like shells to the ground ...like shells to the ground
Morning comes Like the moon He goes to sleep wrapped in plastic
