The Box, Pt. 1 - Orbital

Shared his neighbours with a building

Knows addresses of by heart

Draws a picture of his future

Keeps the paper close at hand

Packs his tongue into a suitcase

Suffers terror on the train

And he wants to start a movement

'Cause he’s indestructible

And you know they’ll never find us

And they’ll leave us alone

And if we just keep on talking

Then we’ll still make it home

There’s commotion in promotion

Now they’ve done good every war

Sell our pictures to a paper

Now that everyone must know

Trading satellites for substance

Let spectators pay their way

We’ll invade the Trevi Fountain

Now that everyone must pay

Mama and baby’s mother tragedy

Baby’s mother’s tragedy

Baby’s mother’s tragedy

Terrifies the kill