Lyrics:

A full-band demo of this song, excluding the sampled intro, was recorded though has not been released officially; however, it has been bootlegged.
Broadcastor house, I want to blow
All stand back and give me room

Look me straight
Now blame it on loneliness
Who knows?
Certainly not them
Where is this?
The lane that takes you head on
But for now
You do not, cannot contemplate
Certainly not you

And silence is dread, 'cause look what you've done
Aligned outside no aim
Which follows me
Painted over a well-cleansed abdomen
Tattooed ugly and blue: the enemy

Watch and wait
A childproof survival kit
Just for a glimpse
Of the everlasting big kick

Secrets bleeding to untold families
Lovers in flight over the gravesite
We become statues in a ten acre garden