Metal Fingers - Electric President

Stand and move and walk across the water

Peel the cover from the city

Watch its insides twitch and smoke and rotate endlessly

Sinking.

Moving deep beneath the water

Lots of other worlds exist

Soon enough we’ll tear them open

Soon enough we’ll break them too

Swimming.

Watching concrete eat the ocean

Metal fingers scrape the skies

The windows look like Christmas lights from out here

Floating.

Counting clouds.

They’re slowly fading

Blending in with cardboard skies

Soon we’ll manufacture replicas

It’s all replaceable

From the sky, the train tracks look like stitches

Like they’re holding the world together;

like it’ll blow any minute

And I’ve got another thought I’ll keep to myself

Until the skeletons walk free.

Until the make-up all comes off

There’s nothing new to discover, there’s nothing new to invent

There’s nothing new to think that hasn’t been thought of before

And there’s nothing to believe we haven’t already forgotten

There’s nothing left, there’s nothing new, there’s nothing—

No, no, no, no

And I’ve got another dream I’ll keep to myself

Until the tyrants are dead and the patriots are swallowed whole

And I’ve got a bottle I can aim at the center

Full of letters, as a kid, I’d always meant to send

We’d speak our minds and change the world

We’d fix the past and pave the way

But now we’re fresh out of heroes;

now we’ve run dry on hope

There are no saviors in technology: just quick fixes

And holes, within holes, within holes, within you

And a place to hang my head, and convince myself there is no difference