These Static Faces
Randy Prozac
Let's go to the beach (uh huh ok)
And go beyond the limit
Until meaning collapses
In decomposing photons
Afterbirth is ectoplasm
Drenched in television
The institutions fall to ruins
Between the blanks of non-perception
In the morning
We are stranding
These static faces
Taken off and thrown away
That television
Enslaved nation
Is going
Off the air
In elation of total distraction
Intimation is not available
Killing the meaning
That points to the black hole
Nothing remains
As our bodies fall
Into flames and in x-rays
In the black between the frames
In the morning
We are stranding
These static faces
Taken off and thrown away
That television
Enslaved nation
Is going
Off the air
