Manic Dreams/Television Lyrics

Something unclean, in the light

That kisses now, just as it bites

Formless predators

That run the streets

Cities sleep all made of stone

Putrid and all overgrown

Embalmed in gold

They whisper on their own

Dead eyed fiend

Product of the new system

Toils with job security

Drifting in confusion's eye

Vapour trails all in the sky

Why your next trip to the store

Could be your last

Savour the taste

Pull out your eyes

Suck on the blood

Barcoded and plastic wrapped

A fleshy ape, with brain intact

Signs the dotted line

Right down below

Dead-eyed fiend

Working for the overlord

Systems linked to motherboards

And job security

Separate the flesh and skin

Guts and veins and organs within

Ringing death and fire

From up above

Drifting in confusion's eye

Vapour trails all in the sky

Why your next trip to the store

Could be your last

My manic dreams

Television

My manic dreams

On television

Savour the taste

Pull out your eyes

And suck on the blood

Policeman finds, a missing tooth

Urban crime is through the roof

Governors are all with hookers in bed

Fishermen talking bout tsunami bombs

Flying guns, a flesh eating

New disease found in rats

A dead eyed fiend

Doin time in the factory

Systems linked to motherboards

And job security

My manic dreams

Television

My manic dreams