toss away the key mystery above heaven beneath our feet bow so subserviently who is more deserving? the highlights so unnerving so sensational there's no jail it's inspirational as a cautionary tail i get no pleasure out of this... paint the hills with highway stripes paint the hills with highways let's get acquainted our wills are tainted un abime profond tout autour le monde mais comment est-ce que ca pourrait-il en autrement? the sky completely empty not breathing poison air one more cause preempted to drive us to despair 'cause you can stick around & suffer with the fruit that you bear i'm on my way to the kingdom i've been apprised of the revelation i'm on my way to the kingdom well apprised of the revelation goin out drinking with the lord we're gonna borrow your brand new Ford break it in! you can hang around suffer with the fruit that you bear the city is so loud breathing painted air there's no cause to despair the sky completly empty like you've never even known trust you as far just as far as you can throw me the way they look at me polite society oblivious to their hypocritical pieties not the bejeweled girls so disdainful of an uncouth churl not the p(b)lundering lugs tucked around by the rims of their highballs no, it's roller of the thunder it's the sprinkler of the sand you'll find just how hard it is to come across an honest man the subtle machinations are the things that we believe we've been mesmerized we've been hypnotized we've been mechanized we've been weaponized make it standardized cut down to less then size paid back in kind by a mind's eye that's blind paid back in kind by a mind that just rewinds Miss Anthropocene you better bow to your queen get down on your knees we'll treat you like you please oh but Miss Anthropocene you better curtsy your king nobody taking their leave cause the day it has been seized not one to suffer disease they'll take your head before you're appeased Miss Anthropocene you got an axe to grind a radiating mind an old crumpled up code to unwind you strike a false note have you got a snowball's chance in hell? bleeding for attention an inter-intervention assuaging all the tensions riddling conditions ohh I forgot to mention a magnificent ascension hail a tumbrel don't you know what the people want off you go go to keep up the front don't you know what the people want what they want is to borrow time you got to keep 'em in line washed over with the tide mandelbrot lines no writing in the signs swaying of the pines a mistress, a mistress, a mistress amiss a sunny, a sunny, a sunny abyss a terror, a terror, a terrorist a schism, a prism, a continentalist a body, a body, you try to resist but history will judge you absent-mindedly go fishin in the sky lend a little water upside down inside out put hooks on the clouds scrape along a little hotter a terrible sound, lost and found go fishin in the sky walk on the water string hooks from the clouds living upside down go fishin in the sky plunging through the air a marionette tangled up in a net the captain of the trawler upon winds that are lawless ideal forms that break apart when they are flawless the view from Saturn upon worlds that are shattered taciturn it doesn't even matter unravelled evolution behold our contribution the world will burn solving the pollution the reflections between us Venusian galena I never learned should have stayed in Rowena fishin in the sky living under water upside down inside out a coffin cut out of a cut down tree and a cot out in front for your neigbourhood apple thief a blowhard in your backyard spouting off about presidents past steppin lightly on the gold leaf paint the ceiling's just cause you to faint the clock's stopped working it's so late a nation turned back into states pearls for teeth in a vinegar sea burning our air for energy in an earthquake for hell's sake rivers gonna go and drain the lakes martyrs turn back into saints tsunami upon me the boughs bow in the wind something always comes happening again the boughs bow in the wind something always comes blowing in turning the page to a forgotten age such a distant light to illuminate the stage i've never felt at home anywhere i've gone but i've never felt alone anywhere i've roamed fickle fiction quick depictions of perdition fickle fiction... if the phone doesn't ring it's me if the waves still roll in the sea if that town makes you want to leave if nothing ever gives you what you need if the flower doesn't captivate the bees if the fruit doesn't bear any seed if the apple falls far from the tree if there's no serpent in the grass underneath if promises're revealed to be a tease if regrets steal your reason to believe if the world is deaf to your pleas if the future still forbids you to see but creatures still reinvent the deep the sun still emerges from its keep the wind still rustles up the leaves the cracked bell still wants to ring