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


You see the airwaves are clogged up
But the fickle they, lap it up

They need to be drowned in condiments
And left to Ponder Sense


Warm Smiles, They Do Not Make You Welcome Here (x2)

Snap Back To Reality

The turbulence is throwing us from side to 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

They need to be drowned in condiments
And left to Ponder Sense


Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here (x2)

Transformation in Progress


Transformation in progress, transformation complete


Lightning strikes, A Flash Flood Of Colour

Lightning strikes, I can't stand the heat


Lightning strikes, A Flash Flood Of Colour


I... I... I... I can't stand the heat

A Flash Flood Of Colour


Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here (x6)