The demons in the sky,
lips that pierce the night.
I hear a ruckus,
some kind of blue room.
I cross the streets,
in the dead of night.
I see that blue room.
Its lights shine on the pavement.
As the rain falls down the sky.
I wonder if I get inside.
The wheels start to turn in my head.
I need to dig up the dead.
I try to speak to the lord,
but he doesn’t understand me.
I try to relay the sound of the call,
but the people don’t get me.
I see those lips, make them fit.
Need a crutch to get some luck.
I see the blue room.
Get me closer to God.
They won’t let me inside,
but in the dead of the night,
I sneak into that blue room.
I’m finally inside.
Wonder now that I’m inside.
What is the people that wish to hide?
I see the root of that blue glow.
There’s something that I need to know.
I try to speak to the lord,
but his ears won’t listen.
I try to find the notes,
that play the chord.
Where’s David when you need him?
The root of that blue glow,
is it all just for show?
What is the meaning of,
this waste of space?
Exterminating the human race.
I try to speak to the lord,
but he won’t hear me out.
I try to relay the sound of the call,
but the people don’t care at all.
