It's in the grass

A plastic tomb

The corners have strange angles

In these rooms

The city stuff

Makes our shell

Inside our pyramids

Of hidden wealth

What will you do

When they turn on you?

What will you do

When they turn on you?

The screens aglow

In these rooms

Filled with the strange devices

That see us too

Your whole world quakes

But we are still

So many things we don't know

And never will

What will you do

When they turn on you?

What will you do

When they turn on you?