I'm overwhelmed by how little I feel Limbs underground, head under the wheel If everything's true then nothing is real If nothing is true then everything is real I cannot block it out These cellophane blues No circuit so small Mind control is old news Close your eyes, before machine cells pour out Cover your house, with water and doubt Water with hands, water with hands Look out I can't block it out These cellophane blues Wings over the moon Mind control is old news The swinging won't stop All these telephone shoes Hit bottom at top Sky of aerial blues This unseen structure is a fantasy The words you use will never make you free You make me feel worse than I ever knew I don't want anybody else but you I can't block it out These cellophane blues Wings over the moon Mind control is old news The swinging won't stop Hit bottom at top