Chorus

That’s the way it is
Don’t turn around
Please don’t struggle
I know how you feel

Allow me to reassure you
The cubicle is reset, set in shells

Form orderly lines
You will live here
Dream of TV
Ambition not action

Mass Transit, asleep inside
You were peaceful when you died

We are forgiven
Then we flicker
You shall smile
Then we’re gone

Crows fly, wolves run
You will be overrun