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
(From: http://www.elyrics.net)

Snap back to reality
The turbulence is blowing us from side to side
But no matter how hard you try
Surrounded by cannon fodder inundated with
Stagnant sounds
Transformation in progress
Transformation complete

Lightning strikes
A flash flood of colour
I can't stand the heat