In my mind it’s always beige In the night it’s always gray And dusty, dirty The kind of dirt that sticks to you Makes us kindof look the same Almost human And give us big guns Make sure they’re big guns Blindfold me, spin me round See if you can shoot me down Is it over? They can make you disappear I can’t hear you all I hear are shouts and ringing And any bird that dares to fly in the bullet ridden sky Is not dainty And any fish that could survive in the open oil lines Is not tasty And that’s what I read So, should I doubt what I read? And that’s why I’m asking you Help me understand the truth If you know Did you stay in the sun for too long? The horizon caving in? Are you seeing things? And you know what they told you was wrong And it keeps on happening Are you seeing things?