Light It Up

There's something coming now. They cut the feed

But all the undercover homily

Is breaching through the static and the noise

Braining all the owners little toys

I guess the trick is just to light it up

Till the signal's dead and quiet

So what's your problem? Tell me what you see

The ones that learn to honor apathy

The faces of formaldehyde that do it

But maybe there's no other answer to it

I guess the trick is just to light it up

Till the signal's dead and quiet