[ti:Good Morning Hypocrite]
[ar:Electric President]
[al:Electric President]
[00:33.94]Seems like the roads stretch out like veins, but there's no heart.
[00:47.10]Nature's haircut is concrete now, and we played our part.
[00:58.62]So we sing ...Dalang,Dalang,Dalang...
[01:28.28]I've lost my taste for modern things. They're not for me.
[01:41.54]I want mundane: a quiet place, where time is free,
[01:52.74]And I can sing ...Da-Da-Dalang,Dalang,Dalang...
[02:48.13]Crawled from my bed, to collect the thoughts that'd fallen from my head,
[03:01.17]And you watched me sink, through the carpet, through the basement, and beyond.
[03:12.05]And you didn't blink.
[03:15.27]On the glass, I traced the sun with my thumb. It sank into the ground.
[03:24.77]And then the stars were blinking, like kids who were staring into the wind.
[03:33.96]So I(So I) climbed through the window and walked until I lost my name.
[03:42.95]Now I(Now I) can play the victim.(Oh) It's fine.(Yes,Sir) I've seen it on TV.
[03:51.52]If there's one thing I know, it's that I never really know enough.
[03:56.60]Our hands, our mouths, our brains, our lungs: they're just machines.
[04:09.74]These hearts are all that we've got left, and they don't beat.
[04:22.87]Live a little, talk a lot; it's the way this goes.
[04:25.63]I've come to fear the little knives beneath their well-pressed clothes.
[04:28.84]Their arms are reaching; reach is spreading through the neon glow.
[04:32.17]Their mouths are moving, but their voices sound like telephones.
[04:35.34]The traffic hums; the traffic grumbles near my old window.
[04:38.58]The street lights flicker; glow and hover like suspended snow.
[04:41.96]I used to watch the moon retreat and wonder where it goes.
[04:45.33]Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with ghosts.