...season two... ...the spires filled with glue... ...high pitched resonances... ...they invested in technology of all kinds... ...they travelled... ...they made karaoke from hell... ...they took their... Clearly, records indicate you and I were born here Ambition died here, so I disappeared Dreadnought goodbyes and silence Your shark eyes It's really no surprise A fantastic piss experiment Only one recourse for merriment I put down my drink Escape into the night A suburban guilt trip You could say that I jumped ship But I didn't jump, I was pushed from it A fantastic piss experiment There's nothing left but the sediment I materialise around the time that day descends But there's nothing to do here Go underground or shop out of town?