And with these humble tools
We can trigger any emotion we choose
But we'll just settle to pump out repeated relic diluted with time, timeYou 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 senseWarm smiles, they do not make you welcome here (x2)Snap back to reality
The turbulence is throwing us from side to side, side
But no matter how hard you try
Surrounded by cannon fodder inundated with stagnant sounds, soundsYou 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 senseWarm smiles, they do not make you welcome here (x2)Transformation in progress
Transformation in progress
Transformation completeLightning strikes, A flash flood of colour!
Lightning strikes, I can't stand the heat
Lightning strikes, A flash flood of colour!
I can't stand ---
I can't stand the heat!A flash flood of colour!Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here (x6)