Turn it off, turn it off
We will stare straight ahead
Galloping into the void

Turn it off, turn it off
Or the first to go over the side
You are not the last of this house
The pigs and the oxen we bound to the wheel
Look with century eyes, they make you go blind
For the rest of our lives

From the eye of that screen
With our backs to the arch
Remember the wrecks of those elegant ships
All to turn form the beam
You are rolling your eyes like a horse
Turn it off, turn it off
And the wreck of our kind