Lyrics At the Drive-In

At the Drive-In

Cosmonaut

We sample from the shelves

Tore a page out of this chapter

Deface the essays in the book that you're reading

We are the leaches that stop the bleeding

Deficit attention program

By any means necessary

Blare sirens to the library

Whisper instructions to the book-wormed glossary

Is it heavier than air, tell us, is the black box lying?

Aeronautics hacked

The spine of paragraphs

Prepare to indent, a coma that read-

Floating in a soundproof costume

Here comes the monolith

Brass knuckles for the hissy fit

An abbreviation for the landing of fleets

Incoming

Position the stitches, like miles of torpedoes

Permission was hinted

Lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold

Is it heavier than air, am I supposed to die alone?