We used to wear our lungs on our sleeves,
but I guess we got tired of breathing for the trees
Because now there are ghosts in our fac machines

and obese pelicans nesting in the streets

You can't see the forest for there are no trees

Skyscrapers tear the sky in half,
bleeding carpools unto the earth
No need to breathe, they're selling lung machines


This piano lost its voice long time ago
No one ever plays it, so no one will know


Have a nice day at the factory!