Through the cables and the underground now

The faceless breathless calls

This is Babel, sensurround now

This place is death with walls

Too much contact, no more feeling

The Sound around them all

Acid on the floor so she walk on the ceiling

And the body electric flashes on the bathroom wall

Crawling to the corners where the idiot children call

See the body flashing on the bathroom wall

Colours

You reap what you sow

Put your face to the ground

Here come the marching men

Your colours wrapped around