Thirty-Five Thousand Feet of Despair
Okay I'll admit that I really don't understand
Riding to work in 2025 (your invisible now)
Thirty-five thousand feet of despair
A machine in India
The train runs over the camel but is derailed by the gnat
How will we know? (futuristic crashendos)
March of the rotten vegetables
The big ol' bug is the new baby now