Blink and you'll miss it, everything's existing
What a wonderful time to be an aardvark
Who wakes up and tunnels like a mole
High, low, bright and yellow
The future doesn't seem logical
If it calls up, make sure you're warm
And look up
And look out, here it comes
Here it comes

Surrender to the render
Surrender to the render
Surrender to the render
Surrender to the render