We Are Morphing Into Zebras

Vernacular Substrates and mismatched informants
Have all gathered here for this very performance


Vernacular Substrates and mismatched informants
Have all gathered here for this very performance
The skin unfolds and the wires rush in, I lose myself as they plug me in
Could it be they blocked out the sun?
The moon it don’t get blown around, In a wild wind when the sun goes down
But you can’t stand still when you come around, You say you stand on solid ground
I don’t know about you, but I’m almost through
Through the hole in the wall
Rub out the shine of all that’s mine
And I’ll wear a smile for you
I went to a place so far back in time
Everybody said something that meant nothing to me
I’m building a wall all around brick by brick
It’s fifty miles high, a hundred miles thick
Slap him push him around a little, No one will see
And I won’t say a thing, your secret’s safe with me
To all those who came before me
Did you ever hold your doubts
I never saw one at all
Until I found it lying on the ground right in front of me