Good Morning Hypocrite - Electric President

Seems like the roads stretch out like veins

But there's no heart

Nature's haircut is concrete now

We played our part

So we sing

I've lost my taste for modern things

They're not for me

I want mundane a quiet place

Where time is free

And I can sing

Climbed from my bed

To collect the thoughts that's fallen from my head

And you watched me sink

Through the carpet

Through the basement and beyond

And you didn't blink

On the glass I traced the sun with my thumb

It sank into the ground

And then the stars were blinking

Like kids who were staring into the wind

So I climbed through the window and walked until I lost my name

Now I can play the victim

It's fine I've seen it on TV

But if there's one thing I know

It's that I never really know enough

Our heads our hands our brains

Our lungs they're just machines

These hearts are all that we've got left

And they don't beat

Live a little talk a lot

It's the way this goes

I've come to fear the little knives beneath their well pressed clothes

Their arms are reaching

Reach is spreading through the neon glow

Their mouths are moving

But their voices sound like telephones

The traffic hums the traffic

Grumbles near my old window

The street lights flicker

Glow and hover like suspended snow

I used to watch the moon retreat and wonder where it goes

Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with gh