And with these humble tools
We can trigger any emotion we choose
But we'll just settle to pump out repeated relics diluted with timeYou see the airwaves are clogged up
But the fickle they, lap it up
They need to be drowned in condiments
And left to ponder senseWarm smiles, they do not make you welcome here
Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome hereSnap 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
They need to be drowned in condiments
And left to ponder senseWarm smiles, they do not make you welcome here
Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome hereTransformation in progressTransformation in progress, transformation completeLightning strikes, a flash flood of colourLightning strikes, I can't stand the heatLightning strikes, a flash flood of colourI... i... i... I can't stand the heatA flash flood of colourWarm smiles, they do not make you welcome here
Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here
Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome hereWarm smiles, they do not make you welcome here
Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here
Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here