Change the Channel

Change the channel

The waves are making your face hurt

Make the most of it

Short days in the basement

Rebar in the nail bed

Breast milk in the green vial

Wet sheets in the corner

Asbestos is best before breakfast

Make the language

Run the code through the cypher

Pull the yellow wire

Scrawled notes on the brick walls

Splinters in the eardrum

Mouse teeth are metallic

Blue light from the Vid wall

Frequencies are easily leaking

Cut the camera

Someone's right outside the door

Aim the laser sight

No one's s'posed to be here anymore

Catch a breath

Gas can at the ready lighter on the floor

Drops of sweat glisten, listen closely

Everything is very important

Listing off a series of colors

Along with numbers that correspond to the proper coordinates as if ordinary

All of it committed to memory

Any omission is missionary, meaning it's fucked

That's what they said in the academy

Had to be perfectly pressed

Present and counted, accountable for the best

And the worst of your fellow men

Gentlemen, did you remember then to pull the yellow wire?

Ah, fuck!

S.O.S

Update the OS

He is D.O.A

Ese, where your vest?

Where's your breath?

Might not be okay

Breathe okay

He call D.O.C

Say he on the way

Gone away

Listen closely, everything is very important

Change the channel

The noise is making yo' nose bleed

Make the most of it

Inkblot for the cockroach

Dartboard for the boredom

Outpost in the Ozarks

Earth cracked from the sunlight

Shipment isn't due for two days yet

Make the language

Run the sound through the Spectro

Pull the cable out

Smoke signals in Morse code

Raw meat in the salt bed

Gum pain from the lead air

Stars swimming like goldfish

Playing cards arranged for the poker

Lose the fire

Someone's just over the hill

Get the rifle out

If you see their eyes, you shoot to kill

Catch a breath

Are they stars or spaceships?

Always hard to tell

But your brother's up there

Listen closely, everything is very important

Maybe they need bodies for building whatever's up there

But they way they takin' bodies, ain't it

Give up the planet for a little bit of space, oh for sho

Give up the fight because they say it ain't his place he would spit

If he could, but he can't

The tongue is dry as a bitch

Hung out to dry in this bitch

Counting the time it don't matter, he'll probably die

And he could cry but by the way, did you remember then to pull the cable out

Ah, fuck!

S.O.S

Update the OS

He is D.O.A

Ese, where your vest?

Where's your breath?

Might not be okay

Breathe okay

He call D.O.C

Say he on the way

Gone away

Listen closely, everything is very important