There are holes in the sky And through them fall Great chunks of galvanized flesh It's nauseating, this feeling There are holes in the walls And through them crawl Great rodents I can feel them on the back of my neck And last night I dreamt that the highstreet was a promenade We were outnumbered All the buildings a peach colour And people move Seamlessly through This cavity That we call our home When I've been bastardised by my еntire family When I've been shunnеd and extradited I'll be so excited What a waste of all this space The endless lines of grey I can't see it and I can't say That on this night I tried to get down to the highstreet But the crowds were outrageous We got stuck there for ages And I can't see through You're sat in your room In this cavity That we call home Cavernous minds too cheap to chase a thrill And on their exit dispute over the bill Iconic ballrooms masquerade as bathroom stalls Why can't I have it all? If this entire world is fabricated Maybe it was I who made it And when you leave my presence Do you even exist?