Strawberry Mansion

Hurtling toward the earth

Set the atmosphere on fire

We'll put another notch in the Kuiper

Climb down from the trees to die from a disease

Brought back from the dead by the liars

I don't mind, I'll stay behind

Transmission in static, the silent monastic

Exiled to an island of plastic

Waiting on translation, the fool's coronation

A permanent summer vacation

I don't mind, I'll stay behind

Set a course for the sun

To bittersweet oblivion

The time has come, the rain has gone

Back to hell where we belong

The games we've been playing

The real estate is changing

The mountains and rivers to lake beds

Concrete to dust

Iron to rusted statues reign over the ocean

I don't mind, I'll stay behind

Set a course for the sun

To bittersweet oblivion

The time has come, the rain has gone

Back to hell where we belong

Set a course for the sun

To bittersweet oblivion

The time has come, the rain has gone

Back to hell where we belong