How Come? - Sandpeople

My heart used to pitter-patter, now it makes a loud clunk

I used to think the picture mattered, yes I was a proud one

Now I slouch, hunched, waiting for that blackout

To outrun the machines that tell me not to ask «How come?»

But how come

These days the babies are perfect

And the master is out of touch with the world behind the curtain

And how come

The world behind my eyes makes them nervous

And out of touch with that world that’s not made out of circuits

It was a normal day for Michael, he was the sludge of their kingdom

His job was to recycle and clean the gutters of the streets up

As complex as he was he tended to act strange

And play stupid cause he was better off that way

His back ached and nobody talked to Michael

His only friends were the rats and an electronic pocket bible

On which the words changed monthly

He held what he believed was true and saved nothing

Rounding his thoughts through the compartment in the back of his head

Blaming his God for Armageddon not happening yet

He says the computer chips in the system took the good within this

And innocent ones disappear if they look suspicious

But we all know that that’s not true, Michael’s just crazy

And if he didn’t keep the streets clean, then he’d die discretely

They think he’s no threat, but they don’t know yet

Now he goes in his own head and says it to himself

My heart used to pitter-patter, now it makes a loud clunk

I used to think the picture mattered, yes I was a proud one

Now I slouch, hunched, waiting for that blackout

To outrun the machines that tell me not to ask «How come?»

But how come

These days the babies are perfect

And the master is out of touch with the world behind the curtain

And how come

The world behind my eyes makes them nervous

And out of touch with that world that’s not made out of circuits

The days pass like dreams and years pass like blinks

And he kept them in his diary, though he couldn’t write or read

That compartment in the back of his head, he kept safe

He knew that he was dead weight the day he couldn’t clean

The rats were the only ones that listened to Michael

Cause the rats were like him in that they lived under the spiral

The rats were like him and given a similar title

And as the light grew dim, he saw that the sun was a lightbulb

There was a story that his great-grandmother told him

About when there was fresh air and the land wasn’t frozen

People looked different cause their genes weren’t altered

And the sky was blue and filled with animals called birds

Just then, he felt a pressure in the back of his neck

A routine thought check, so he had to clear his head quick

His compartment had been detected

So with the lips of a dead man he said this

My heart used to pitter-patter, now it makes a loud clunk

I used to think the picture mattered, yes I was a proud one

Now I slouch, hunched, waiting for that blackout

To outrun the machines that tell me not to ask «How come?»

But how come

These days the babies are perfect

And the master is out of touch with the world behind the curtain

And how come

The world behind my eyes makes them nervous

And out of touch with that world that’s not made out of circuits

The blackout came and technically Michael still lived

And was given new chemicals to kill rats with

It was easy

Because the rats came to him

And with the streets cleaned, he was considered angel again

My heart used to pitter-patter, now it makes a loud clunk

I used to think the picture mattered, yes I was a proud one

Now I slouch, hunched, waiting for that blackout

To outrun the machines that tell me not to ask «How come?»

But how come

These days the babies are perfect

And the master is out of touch with the world behind the curtain

And how come

The world behind my eyes makes them nervous

And out of touch with that world that’s not made out of circuits