Electric President

Stand and move and walk across the water. Peel the cover from the city. Watch its insides twitch and smoke and rotate endlessly. Sinking. Moving deep beneath the water. Lots of other worlds exist. Soon enough we'll tear them open. Soon enough we'll b

You spread your rusty fingers across the ledge. You get your coat and peer down over the edge. You watch the city move and breathe and migrate. You're not a part of it, You're broken now like us. I turn and brush the birds from off my shoulders, And

Footsteps echo through hallways. Beneath the neon lighting, everyone looks sick. We sit on a rusty staircase. You write your name with lipstick on the rail near the wall. What do you think about me now, that I’ve fallen down? Watching the crowds on t

This damn machine, this damn machine, this broken head doesn't work. So they're selling it off again. These crooked legs, these twisted arms, these tired feet lost their worth. Soon they'll dismantle them. But we're all just part of some giant grand

While you slept it off Your empire was lost Now we're not your sons Your old silver tongue It don't work too well now We wandered off With our heads nice and soft But we were still numb And we burned in the sun And got torn to pieces I walked across

In through your window the sky will fall. You'll trap the stars in jars and line them along your walls. As the moonlight fills the veins beneath your skin, You'll hear us knocking, oh, but you won't let us in. Because you've got no friends, And you'v

Seems like the roads stretch out like veins, but there's no heart. Nature's haircut is concrete now, and 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, A

There's a light bulb dangling from string It's slowly swaying up over my head now As I jot down the words that'll never be sung And wait for my headache to numb And the wind sounds as if the world's sighing And the moon's just a torn fingernail As th