in this time of always rushing home fast via streets of hypermarkets where tv wars scream with silicon people inside asbestos walls our electric faith creeps out of suburban slums so stay, stay with me in this bright dark we'll sing, sing all the stupid songs but say, aren't these bright light just our global suicide? in this time, these cosmic boys and girls (they all) strip off their hyper clothes and heads (their hyper heads) everyday through this pointless war our business minds and sunday's Christ kill us in the city moors so stay, stay with me in this bright dark we'll sing, sing all the stupid songs but say, aren't these bright lights just our global suicide?