I Looked at the Sun

So this is the machine age
It’s just a disgrace
This is no way to be saved
Start again from the first page
Give me insect eyes
Insect brain
Give me insect sex, I’ll be happy again
I looked at the sun
I had to have something
Surpress all personal reference
Forget the people and the place they went
Ignore the logical sequence
Welcome to the land of sense
Like the cloth from a table
The world pulled away
Can’t see in front of my own face
I looked at the sun
I had to have something
So this is the machine age
It’s just a bloody waste
See you on the front page
Seeing you in outer space
We have to climb
We don’t have to win
If you have to have something it shows you don’t need a thing