Lyrics

You were not the first to arrive And will not be the last to survive As the pigs and the oxen we bound to the wheel Tear it off, tear it off! You are not the last of this house Nor the first to go over the side Remember the wrecks of those elegant ships "Turn it off! Turn it off!" Look with century eyes till they make you go blind Galloping into the void You are rolling your eyes like a horse All to turn from the beam, from the eye of that screen "Turn it off! Turn it off! With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives!"