He tends to walk wearing protective extra skin
the city's violent nakedness comes from within
a boiling lava-bulb, the core that sees them all
It might decide to ease their fate and watch them fall...
...like shells to the ground
...like shells to the ground
He sees them through, he tries to be one with the bulb
And though the body-condom stretches it can be quite hard to
See everything clearly, there's a plastic wall between
Him and the world, everyone is killed, they fall...
...like shells to the ground
...like shells to the ground
Morning comes
Like the moon
He goes to sleep
wrapped in plastic
The sun is the devil
And the devil is in the bulb
