These subatomic days, puntuated with a sigh, are so sublime.
Now pixellated faces formed as we negotiate a life of rage.
We all made a pact to eat eachother to survive, should we arise.
Running with the bulls to the latest hit parade, they are so afraid.
Watched the Moon explode last night, and flowing out with the tide.
Solitary dates, swinging nervously they sing to break our will.
There will come a day when those chains that hold you down will help you drown.
We all made a pact to eat eachother to survive, to stay alive.