Well the flowers are dirty
And the dirty is kind
The brightest headlight
In a darkening sky
Oh, isn't it beautiful?
Isn't it greatful
That we're alive
Aren't you happy
That we survived
Oh, hollow dogs mind their way
Looming air waves
On a highway thats blind
Standing sideways
Spinning 'round their minds
Oh, isn't it pretty?
Isn't it strange?
Oh, your eyes see
What they want me to be
Oh, blind yourself... to see