8 Billion People Reported Missing

One after another
Slip into the void
Grazing on this nightmare like an automaton
We knew that
Nobody left loves the sun
But when the sun is dead, they’ll build a wall made of glass with a sun in it
All walk the hollow path
As these war boys bugle out the fear
The advertisers hang themselves from their own billboards
Re-enactor actors shooting blanks in the face of reason
But when we cry for more, yeah, we all will
I’ll cry myself hoarse, oh yeah, I’m sure
For the world, and oh yeah, of course
We’ll hear you before we see you
Of that much I’m sure
For the world, and oh yeah, of course
We’ll hear you before we see you
Of that much I’m sure
Eight billion people reported missing
Strange sound heard underground
Strange sound heard underground