Think you've got it in for us, I think you've got it in for yourselves
We are waiting here for catastrophe
And a room full of vacuum
We are waiting here for catastrophe
In theory than in practice I identify my star sign by asking
We are waiting here for catastrophe
We way at ease, we wait to see
Which is least compatible with yours
A room full of air look the same
We way at ease, we wait to see
And a room full of vacuum
We are waiting here for catastrophe
We way at ease, we wait to see
Paint your face, painted the walls
The sign our parents' interests will one day be our own
We are waiting here for catastrophe
But at least I've come to terms with my own mortality
You have no [Incomprehensible]
Painted your face, painted the walls
How you break the rules that you yourself imposed
Oh, well I guess he was right, Oh I guess he was right
The guy singing all the sad songs died
I think they've got it in for us, I think they've got it in for us
We way at ease, we wait to see
We way at ease, we wait to see
You have no [Incomprehensible]
We way at ease, we wait to see
Message sent to so far unreached peoples
Paint your face, painted the walls
We search for different ways to make it through the wall
And a room full of air look the same
We learn together over time that tolerance is more appealing
We are waiting here for catastrophe
You painted your face, painted the walls
