Lyrics
And with these humble tools
We can trigger any emotion we choose
But we'll just settle to pump out repeated relics
Diluted with time, time
You see the airwaves are clogged up
But the fickle they lap it up, lap it up
They need to be drowned in condiments
And left to ponder sense
Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here Snap back to reality
The turbulence is throwing us from side to side
But no matter how hard you try
Surrounded by cannon fodder inundated with stagnant sounds
You see the airwaves are clogged up
But the fickle they lap it up, lap it up
They need to be drowned in condiments
And left to ponder sense
Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here Transformation in progress
Transformation in progress
Transformation complete
Lightning strikes, a flash flood of color
Lightning strikes, I can't stand the heat
Lightning strikes, a flash flood of color
I... I... I... I can't stand the heat
A flash flood of color
Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here