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 break them too
Swimming. Watching concrete eat the ocean
Metal fingers scrape the skies
The windows look like Christmas lights from out here
Floating. Counting clouds. They’re slowly fading
Blending in with cardboard skies
Soon we’ll manufacture replicas
It’s all replaceable
From the sky, the train tracks look like stitches
Like they’re holding the world together; like it’ll blow any minute
And I’ve got another thought I’ll keep to myself
Until the skeletons walk free. Until the make-up all comes off
There’s nothing new to discover, there’s nothing new to invent
There’s nothing new to think that hasn’t been thought of before
And there’s nothing to believe we haven’t already forgotten
There’s nothing left, there’s nothing new, there’s nothing—
No, no, no, no And I’ve got another dream I’ll keep to myself
Until the tyrants are dead and the patriots are swallowed whole
And I’ve got a bottle I can aim at the center
Full of letters, as a kid, I’d always meant to send
We’d speak our minds and change the world
We’d fix the past and pave the way
But now we’re fresh out of heroes; now we’ve run dry on hope
There are no saviors in technology: just quick fixes
And holes, within holes, within holes, within you
And a place to hang my head, and convince myself there is no difference