I saw the best minds of my generation. Running on empty, super glued to the T.V., dreaming of prosperity, talking incessently, saying nothing. Sleeping on platforms in train stations. Sipping on chemical cocktails. Alive to the universe, dead to the world.
Hallucinating delusions of media reality and candied town desperate in the pursuit of cool. Hes in a suit, shes in a straightjacket. 7-11 nightmares at 3am.
(Little and release my head Why all the bridges collapse And i think we might have to pedal for awhile?)
I saw the best minds of my generation caught up in the virtual reality of living. Memorizing pin numbers and secret codes, swaying robotically to nonexistant rhythmns, flashing membership to clubs so exculsive that no one belongs.
(Little and release my head Why all the bridges collapse And i think we might have to pedal for awhile?)
The city's all wrapped up in plastic like an electronic cocoon. If you lay in the street you can hear it humming. Filling up slowly from underground If you close your eyes you can observe the blue prints. The man-made DNA that spirals breathlessly out of control. As synapse collapse, Bridges snap Into a restless utopia. Utopia.
Now the rain has arrived, and I think we might have to lay low...
A halo, halo
Wow! The rain has arrived, and I think we might have to lay low...
Jesus said, Lay down your arms. Jesus said, Children come home.