Pieces of us go floating past your window A ray of light descends from up on high Illumination transforms the room But cannot overpower the gloom The thrill of dreaming is steaming up the lids of your eyes Open them up, now Shadows abound in every corner of your room Open your ears, now Truth is a sound called "silence" The pieces of you were simply pieces of you The pieces of me are only tricks of the moon Which grows gibbous and floats against your window A pool of darkness swirls from somewhere down below A divination performed in the room Still cannot overpower the gloom The pain of losing Amusing though it may be to some Runs deeper now Frantic, you pull the covers over your head Every detail is fading away Try as you might You cannot shatter the dreadful silence The pieces of you were simply pieces of you The pieces of me were no more than hazy hues I lay all day on my couch in the shade And I think of the days when we'd laugh and we'd play And the sun went down and we breathed the night air And we realized that, sadly, I wasn't there We realized that, sadly, I wasn't there I lay all day on my floor in the sun And I think of the days when we'd prank and we'd run And we sat on green lawns And agreed that fair's fair And we realized that, sadly, I wasn't there We realized that, sadly, I wasn't there I thought about it all today And it occurred to me that this is the only safe way I was never there And I will not be followed And any goodbye that I might have had Has been swallowed Any goodbye that I might have had has been swallowed

So it's said that one day our stay here must end Well, pardon me, friend, but if I may, I'll take a second opinion The minions who crawl to serve you display no more wit Than the stupid git from the travel outfit who brought us here But lost our suits and cases en route Vedettes mounted on their steeds Proved no match for these travelers from abroad Who possessed knowledge of the art of pistol-whipping And when one hid behind his aegis and cried: My liege is west! We thanked him for his time Spied a landmine And promptly sent him to his rest Then carried on We carried on to the West Your outpost at the edge of the dunes nearly took us by surprise But the sands of time shifted in our favor And the sentries died with grains in their open eyes Rising high behind the warning signs Your castle pierced a cloud It cried aloud and spilt its icy rain into your moat We built ourselves a boat of wood and wire, but the storm expired We retired our craft And hired a crew of cameramen with shiny new lenses And a girl with extra senses She found a secret door in the forest floor Locked once but no more 40,000 hours spent in your dungeons Avoid truncheons and crushing grunions The crew was ill-equipped Some were captured and whipped While the girl was forced to do a sensory striptease And a needlenosedive into a pool of alligators You guess it: they ate her alive We watched her writhe until all senses were consumed We turned and left those horrible rooms A tattered band, now, but none the worse for wear You met us there on the floor of the hall We heard a clarion call And your golems came charging from the walls But unafraid, we drew our blades Lights! Cameras! Action! Please! The film caught every duck and weave And up my sleeve: the remote control For the mecha I bought in Tokyo They came in with missiles, lasers, and steel grins And proceeded to lay waste to your estate We took you, bound and gagged, to the top of the tower The one with the prettiest view Masticated and expectorated We defenestrated you Ten years later, we still rule your kingdom And you walk these halls as a phantom

Spent half our lives in pits Came up for air, affairs, and split Whilst poor old Uncle Wiggily sits and claps Your jig is giving us fits Drug addiction, murder, and rape Once you're in, there's no escape We're taped up to this box of hits Oh, God, your jig is giving us fits So who knows where or when? The end will make a mockery of men 'Til then, no talk of calling it quits You dig? Your jig is giving us fits Too soon our past is past The future comes and goes too fast At last old Wiggily stands and spits But still your jig is giving us fits This is for hive mentality Not individuality Level as equality Our policy is clearly stated We go forth from the hive Sucking life 'til sated From sunrise to fading light By night intoxicated We've sold our pedigrees And gained a hive mentality We've lost our tenancies But gained a hive mentality Do as I do This is for hive mentality Not individuality Level as equality Our policy is clearly stated We go forth from the hive Sucking life 'til sated From sunrise to fading light By night intoxicated This is for hive mentality Our policy is clearly stated: Do as I do