Nothing In My Head
Interrupting broadcasts, breaking news. Static flickers on channel 2
News-anchor's speechless cause he already knew
Tonight we're doomed
There is something in the atmosphere and it's not the toxins,
That we knew.
Power and streetlights pop and flash and hiss, casting shadows across the room
As we lie in bed watching the skies burn red, what should we do?
Cause there's nothing in my head but you
How long have we got to get it, get it on?
People panic, subways screech to a halt as computers start to make they're move
Air Raid sirens sound like some kind of code as turbines start to shake the roof
In the end we won't exist
Despite our perilous attempts
Cause the fact of the matter is
There's no benign human intent
There's no escape. No extricate. No reporters rambling on the evening news.
So farewell my friends and circuit confidants
And shattered lives of primitive points of view
And as the cities fled Robotic Armageddon, does not compute
Cause there's nothing in my head but you
How long have we got to get it, get it on?