Escape from New York - Elysian Fields

They say change is good, change is good

Bleaching the cracks of the neighborhood

Tiny stages crumble, just to feed the trough

No one’s making trouble, sSo where is the trade-off

I’m waving the smelling salts

This is your wake up call

Won’t you come to mack

Won’t you come to

Shadows climb up the wall as they’re born

Competing for a flattering form

Who’s superior, eerier, eerier

Who’s superior, eerier, eerier

The numbers climb with the crane

And every space filled to the brim

When every view becomes the same

A window out or a window in

I’m always on the run and I hate copy paste for god’s sake

Can’t tear down their scenery

Blocking everything I believe in

Make your getaway while you still can

Do not be afraid of distant lands

Make your getaway while you still can

You know glass turns back to sand

There is no edge, no frontier

That has not been dredged, we’re our worst fear

Plane-safe your phones, beware the drones

As they send in the clones, send in the clones

Mute their sound, cackling and cacking

Pound for pound, fracturing and fracking

I see, I see, see an empire

With no fireflies

No honeybees

No spring-fed wells

No maple trees

No icebergs

No eagles

Just beetles

Can’t tear down their scenery

Blocking everything I believe in

Make your getaway while you still can

Do not be afraid of distant lands

Make your getaway while you still can

You know glass turns back to sand

Here’s an oar, here’s a boat

Sail away through this moat

Under, underground

Under