Paranoid Clusters Songtext

Beneath a paranoid cluster of falling stars, in the big black belly of the universe, old rotted out lumber and abandoned cars, bring your friends and family, flashlights, tape recorders. Random stacks of letters, pens, postcards unmarked, cellphones smashed and scattered, plastic body parts, acre upon acre, layer upon layer, photographs of jesus, brando, joan of arc, post it notes and stickers glowing in the dark, abstract grids and patterns in the shape of a ladder, how to books on life and why it does not matter, some say radiation, some say divine light, alien invasion, ain't it about time, some great overwhelming nothing humming climb, climb, climb, we have gouged out the ocean with our toxic eyes, shrapnel, prophylactics, expired anti-biotics, empty spray cans, burned out rockets, heaps of soil and stench and garbage, centuries accumulative, death defiant, burning bright, beneath a paranoid cluster of falling stars