Cut.rate.box

We scheme in tunnel vision
Real slow
On target
We breath through an incision
Real deep
Real long
We are revolution
We're leading our wake
Into unknown
We heed no evolution
Recording our ways
In maps of stone
We come in silent wonder
Take hold
Root down
We breed a simple blunder
Dead city
Dead town
We are revolution
We're leading our wake
Into unknown
We heed no evolution
Recording our ways
In maps of stone
Welcome to our time
I feed your telephone
I hear it ringing
Wake up