Eat your dust in sections It hasn't left the air for days Ever sneeze the glue that puts you to the wall We'd watch the fires at night On every corner You used to cry watching television sets You used to smile when the window was a world But now it's closed Waiting to grow Curl up in tinfoil Good reception... Bad response Clawing at the information Catching street noise in a jar for later Hail the super victims Vacuum vaccines for those who time ticks for Ghost town politics with treats for tricksters We watch the fires at night In every eyeball The hunting took too long You were just there Disappearing I smell sulfur... you spell stardom Low Concept / High maintenance Smoke machines give tragedy a home Cursed generations Forgetting not to become their fathers Every cough erases one more joyride You'd light the fires at night On every corner You used to smile when the world was a window And now you wave to and tip the window wiper Was it too rough to stay afloat between risk and beauty? Would you rather have good credit? Falling from illumination Putting street noise in a trunk for later Fail to catch the echoes But grab the alarm from a tunnel of anxiety Office politics with treats for informants Forget the fires they're out In every eyeball The hunting took too long You were just there Disappearing I smell sulfur... You spell stability