Change the Channel

Change the channel The waves are making your face hurt Make the most of it Short days in the basement Rebar in the nail bed Breast milk in a green vial Wet sheets in the corner Asbestos is best before breakfast Make the language Run the code through the cypher Pull the yellow wire Scrawl notes on the brick walls Splinters in the ear drum Mouse teeth are metallic Blue light from the Vid wall Frequencies are easily leaking Cut the camera, someone's right outside the door Aim the laser sight, no one's supposed to be here anymore Catch a breath, gas can at the ready lighter on the floor Drops of sweat glisten, listen closely Everything is very important Listing off a series of colors along with numbers That correspond to the proper coordinates as if ordinary All of it committed to memory Any omission is missionary, meaning it's fucked That's what they said in the academy, had to be perfectly pressed Present and counted, accountable for the best And the worst of your fellow men Gentlemen, did you remember then to pull the yellow wire? Aw, fuck S.O.S. update the O.S He is D.O.A Ese, wear your vest, where's your breath? Might not be ok Breathe okay, he call D.O.C Say he on the way Gone away, listen closely Everything is very important Change the channel The noise is making your nose bleed Make the most of it Ink blot for the cockroach Dart board for the boredom Outpost in the Ozarks Earth cracked from the sunlight Shipment isn't due for two days yet Make the language Run the sound thru the Spectro Pull the cable out Smoke signals in Morse code Raw meat in the salt bed Gum pain from the lead air Stars swimming like goldfish Playing cards arranged for the poker Lose the fire, someone's just over the hill Get the rifle out If you see their eyes you shoot to kill Catch a breath Are they stars or spaceships? Always hard to tell But your brother's up there, listen closely Everything is very important Maybe they need bodies for building whatever's up there But they way they takin' bodies, ain't it Give up the planet for little bit of space? Oh for sure Give up the fight because they say it ain't his place he would spit If he could but he can't, the tongue is dry as a bitch Hung out to dry in this bitch Counting the time it don't matter He'll probably die and he could cry But by the way, did you remember then to pull the cable out? Aw fuck S.O.S. update the O.S He is D.O.A Ese, wear your vest, where's your breath? Might not be ok Breathe okay, he call D.O.C Say he on the way Gone away, listen closely Everything is very important