Close it up, get ready for the storm
Heavy up, easy down, you're warm
Though somewhere, someone wishes you unborn
Is it right or is it wrong
To have been dreaming so long
Along...
In spite of the distances between
We're too full for a hungry mouth to feed
Just as long as you remember to spread the seed
Of fast food shit, plastic and crap
Now you're blown off the map
Off the map...
Now, get ready, to die
We, never even looked you, in the eye