Change the channel
The waves are making your face hurt
Make the most of it
Short days in the basement
Rebar in the nail bed
Breast milk in a green vial
Wet sheets in the corner
Asbestos is best before breakfast
Make the language
Run the code through the cypher
Pull the yellow wire
Scrawl notes on the brick walls
Splinters in the ear drum
Mouse teeth are metallic
Blue light from the vid wall, frequencies are easily leaking
Cut the camera, someone's right outside the door
Aim the laser sight, no one's supposed to be here anymore
Catch your breath, gas can at the ready, lighter on the floor
Drops of sweat glisten, listen closely, everything is very important

Listing off a series of colors
Along with numbers that correspond to the proper coordinates, as if ordinary
All of it committed to memory, any omission is missionary
Meaning it's fucked
That's what they said at the academy
Had to be perfectly pressed, present and counted
Accountable for the best and the worst of your fellow men
Gentlemen, did you remember, then, to pull the yellow wire?
Aw, fuck!

S.O. s, update the OS
He is D.O.A.
Ese wear your vest, where's your breath?
Might not be okay
Breathe okay, he call D.O.C.
Say he on the way
Gone away, listen closely
Everything is very important

Change the channel
The noise is making your nose bleed
Make the most of it
Ink blot for the cockroach
Dart board for the boredom
Outpost in the Ozarks
Earth cracked from the sunlight
Shipment isn't due for two days yet
Make the language
Run the sound through the spectrum
Pull the cable out
Smoke signals in Morse code
Raw meat in the salt bed
Gum pain full of lead air
Stars swimming like goldfish
Playing cards arranged for the poker
Lose the fire, someone's just over the hill
Get the rifle out, if you see their eyes, you shoot to kill
Catch your breath
Are they stars or spaceships?
Always hard to tell
Bunch of brothers up there
Listen closely, everything is very important

Maybe they need bodies for building whatever's up there
But the way they taking bodies ain't it
Give up the planet for a little bit of space, oh for sure
Give up the fight because they say it ain't his place
He would spit if he could, but he can't
The tongue is dry as a bitch
Hung out to dry in this bitch
Counting the time, but don't matter
He'll probably die and he could cry, but
By the way, did you remember then to pull the cable out?
Aw, fuck!

S.O. s, update the OS
He is D.O.A.
Ese wear your vest, where's your breath?
Might not be okay
Breathe okay, he call D.O.C.
Say he on the way
Gone away, listen closely
Everything is very important