We gave birth to Television (Zeus) Emerging from our brow (Zenith) Blurred the sky with radar dishes Choking up the airwaves It's coming down
Our kiss gives blisters The Midas touch Medusa in smokestacks Turn to tarmac highway ribbons Factory stench smoke belching Cover up the air in a cloak of black
Blow a fuse in overload We gave birth to one thousand suns above our heads We gave birth to fire in the sky
A stitch in time now hypodermic Beaches drowning in medical waste Waves of cotton hairballs blood clots oil drums bursting The Exxon backwash leaves a bad taste
Power failure socket burnout Ozone turned to aerosol Water and lead and iodine (a toast) And apathy will dig a grave for us all
