Cyclotron - Pop. 1280

In the Cyclotron

I watch my body move

And I could not feel a thing

In the Cyclotron

Everything was bright, bright gray

And I had nothing to say

On your back, on a metal slab

Rolled behind the man in white

You watch the shining stars through the roof

Feel them wiggle and move

Your needle moves subliminally

Or maybe the man in white fiddles around while you sleep

Readjusting you downtown

Once you’re under

I know I would

In the Cyclotron

I watch my body move

And I could not feel a thing

In the Cyclotron

Everything was bright, bright gray

And I had nothing to say

I tried to move my lithium lips

But words didn’t come, just digital drip

Eyes are made obsolete

Legs in a state of flux

But antennae arms still move

Transmission stuck

Everything I do is for no effect

Time fell drunk and broke his neck

I’m turning myself on

I’m moving things around, I’m getting soft now

In the Cyclotron

I watch my body move

And I could not feel a thing

In the Cyclotron

Everything was bright, bright gray

And I had nothing to say