Change the channel The waves are making your face hurt Make the most of it Short days in the basement Rebar in the nail bed Breast milk in a green vial Wet sheets in the corner Asbestos is best before breakfast Make the language Run the code through the cypher Pull the yellow wire Scrawl notes on the brick walls Splinters in the ear drum Mouse teeth are metallic Blue light from the vid wall, frequencies are easily leaking Cut the camera, someone's right outside the door Aim the laser sight, no one's supposed to be here anymore Catch your breath, gas can at the ready, lighter on the floor Drops of sweat glisten, listen closely, everything is very important Listing off a series of colors Along with numbers that correspond to the proper coordinates, as if ordinary All of it committed to memory, any omission is missionary Meaning it's fucked That's what they said at the academy Had to be perfectly pressed, present and counted Accountable for the best and the worst of your fellow men Gentlemen, did you remember, then, to pull the yellow wire? Aw, fuck! S.O. s, update the OS He is D.O.A. Ese wear your vest, where's your breath? Might not be okay Breathe okay, he call D.O.C. Say he on the way Gone away, listen closely Everything is very important Change the channel The noise is making your nose bleed Make the most of it Ink blot for the cockroach Dart board for the boredom Outpost in the Ozarks Earth cracked from the sunlight Shipment isn't due for two days yet Make the language Run the sound through the spectrum Pull the cable out Smoke signals in Morse code Raw meat in the salt bed Gum pain full of lead air Stars swimming like goldfish Playing cards arranged for the poker Lose the fire, someone's just over the hill Get the rifle out, if you see their eyes, you shoot to kill Catch your breath Are they stars or spaceships? Always hard to tell Bunch of brothers up there Listen closely, everything is very important Maybe they need bodies for building whatever's up there But the way they taking bodies ain't it Give up the planet for a little bit of space, oh for sure Give up the fight because they say it ain't his place He would spit if he could, but he can't The tongue is dry as a bitch Hung out to dry in this bitch Counting the time, but don't matter He'll probably die and he could cry, but By the way, did you remember then to pull the cable out? Aw, fuck! S.O. s, update the OS He is D.O.A. Ese wear your vest, where's your breath? Might not be okay Breathe okay, he call D.O.C. Say he on the way Gone away, listen closely Everything is very important