The Air-Conditioned Nightmare

(albüm: California - 1999)

Inside of me today there is no one
Only asteroids and empty space, a waste

They're all looking through the windows at me

Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare
Rots your brain just like a catchy tune can
You will hate life more than life hates you
Happiness is having nothing and everything's connected

They're all looking through the windows at me

Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare
Rots your brain just like a catchy tune can
You will hate life more than life hates you
Happiness is having nothing and everything's connected

Walking on air up from the wheelchair
I'll find the suicide that I deserve
Walking on sand, forgotten where I am
But it's so comfortable here in the sun

I only see rainbows now that the bandages are gone
Through my window, then...

From the skyscrapers down to the submarines
Birds and fairies, sanctuaries atop the rolling hills of Hell
These words are sledgehammers of truth that pound the iron heart of sin
Bloody smiling, vandalizing, my wet dream is drying up

Walking on air up from the wheelchair
I'll find the suicide that I deserve
Walking on sand, forgotten where I am
But it's so comfortable here in the sun

Where's my rainbow? Where's my halo?
There's my halo!