Invisible

When I step out on the street
All the papers speak to me
Telling me about the truth on pages
Fish are dying out again
Michael Jackson had a friend
I should not forget to spend my wages

That's how everybody knows what
Everybody knows about
Everybody are the bodes that
We all know about

Where are all the people at
Someone's paying for the fare
Why hasn't it exploded yet invisible
Where are all the people at
Someone's paying for the fare
Why hasn't it exploded yet it's Invisible

I don't know what it is that
It is behind the curtain
There is something out there
Burning and is unspoken

Where are all the people at
Someone's paying for the fare
Why hasn't it exploded yet invisible
Where are all the people at
Someone's paying for the fare
Why hasn't it exploded yet invisible
Where are all the people at
Someone's paying for the fare
Why hasn't it exploded yet invisible
Where are all the people at
Someone's paying for the fare
Why hasn't it exploded yet it's Invisible

Somewhere in the Hindukush
Lives the greatest poet
Scribbling signs into to the dust
We would never know it