And with these humble tools
We can trigger any emotion we choose
But we'll just settle to pump out repeated relics
Diluted with time, time

You see the airwaves are clogged up
But the fickle they lap it up
Lap it up
They need to be drowned in condiments
And left to ponder sense

Warm smiles
They do not make you welcome here
Warm smiles
They do not make you welcome here

Snap back to reality
The turbulence is blowing us from side to side, side
But no matter how hard you try
Surrounded by cannon fodder
Inundated with stagnant sounds

You see the airwaves are clogged up
But the fickle they lap it up
Lap it up
They need to be drowned in condiments
And left to ponder sense

Warm smiles
They do not make you welcome here
Warm smiles
They do not make you welcome here

Transformation in progress
Transformation in progress
Transformation complete

Lightning strikes
A flash flood of colour!
I can't stand the heat
I can't stand the heat
A flash flood of colour!
I can't
I can't stand the heat
A flash flood of colour!

Warm smiles
They do not make you welcome here
Warm smiles
They do not make you welcome here
Warm smiles
They do not make you welcome here