Let's go to the beach (uh huh ok)

And go beyond the limit

Until meaning collapses

In decomposing photons

Afterbirth is ectoplasm

Drenched in television

The institutions fall to ruins

Between the blanks of non-perception

In the morning

We are stranding

These static faces

Taken off and thrown away

That television

Enslaved nation

Is going

Off the air

In elation of total distraction

Intimation is not available

Killing the meaning

That points to the black hole

Nothing remains

As our bodies fall

Into flames and in x-rays

In the black between the frames

In the morning

We are stranding

These static faces

Taken off and thrown away

That television

Enslaved nation

Is going

Off the air