Good Morning Hypocrite - Electric President Seems like the roads stretch out like veins But there's no heart Nature's haircut is concrete now We played our part So we sing I've lost my taste for modern things They're not for me I want mundane a quiet place Where time is free And I can sing Climbed from my bed To collect the thoughts that's fallen from my head And you watched me sink Through the carpet Through the basement and beyond And you didn't blink On the glass I traced the sun with my thumb It sank into the ground And then the stars were blinking Like kids who were staring into the wind So I climbed through the window and walked until I lost my name Now I can play the victim It's fine I've seen it on TV But if there's one thing I know It's that I never really know enough Our heads our hands our brains Our lungs they're just machines These hearts are all that we've got left And they don't beat Live a little talk a lot It's the way this goes I've come to fear the little knives beneath their well pressed clothes Their arms are reaching Reach is spreading through the neon glow Their mouths are moving But their voices sound like telephones The traffic hums the traffic Grumbles near my old window The street lights flicker Glow and hover like suspended snow I used to watch the moon retreat and wonder where it goes Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with ghosts编辑于2021/05/16更新