Made Out Of Babies Invisible Ink
Lights bright sounds loud
City streets are so clean
The trash is even so pristine
The worlds all move away
Worlds all move away
To faces like their own
The rising filth a welcome mat to
All worlds move away
And crawling on the floor
Has never been less fun
A dirt free proposition
All signs of those who left
Just the same they speak
The fair-haired rule this place
And all the sighs
Build up like walls of staggering heights
And crawling on the floor
They move away
And crawling on the floor
Has never been less fun
A dirt free proposition
All signs of those who left
