When its everything above and below the infinite starscape,
A crisis so appealing to the romantic's depthless eye,
Marlboro sold me an image and it's chaos, confusion, nothing more nothing less.

Nobody move,
Nobody groove,
Just self-soothe,
Imperceptible and crude.

Thin and lithe in the crumbling perception of stardom,
Braindead at the end of the world and the beginning of time,
Create a lake, a boulder, a man of many shapes and sizes,
Follow closely or crush my feet under the pressure.

Nobody move,
Nobody groove,
Just self-soothe,
Imperceptible and crude.

Take the lead home, into the dusty attic,
The wind will still and my feet will plant,
The wood grows over some exposed bone,
I highly recommend leaving me alone
It's the best we can do in this chapter.

Nobody move,
Nobody groove,
Just self-soothe,
Imperceptible and crude.