Looking down on the planet,
The hands cupped around it are tired
The horror turns the oceans red,
And sets the sky on fire
The ants pour out of the iron cages,
And sever their heads with a clip
Scrambling down a world of cement,
All grey and drowned in the spit
The world is red and we see in Technicolor,
The screaming comes through in 5.1,
So we open up, and open up each other,
Until the hands seal it up and we come undone
I'm carrying a cross with a rope and jumper cables,
I've given it seats and wheels
I lie and say it's up on my back,
And I'm washing the dirt with the blood from my heels
But the cross isn't gold or lit up with fluorescents,
Just cut from a tree, and ugly in essence
Cuts to the bone, and impales my heart
Up in space the lights are laughing,
Led by the morning star
Hurls himself down into the blue
And turns us all red wherever we are
The world is red, and we see in Technicolor,
The screaming comes through in 5.1,
So we open up, and open up each other,
Until the hands seal it up and we come undone
The world is red, and we see in monochrome
The crying becomes a sublevel frequency,
Just a hum, an endless drone,
Makes no movement inside of me
The northern lights show us violence in space
The way out is not up; touch the ground with your face
The northern lights show us violence in space
The way out is not up; touch the ground with your face
The world is red, and we see in Technicolor,
The screaming comes through in 5.1,
So we open up, and open up each other,
Until the hands seal it up and we come undone
The world is red, and we see in monochrome
The crying becomes a sublevel frequency,
Just a hum, an endless drone,
Makes no movement inside of me