Ah, we're drugged by the Sun

Here he comes, here he comes

Just waiting to become

Here he comes, here he comes

Growing in a lung

Here he comes, here he comes

Gathering our tongues

Here he comes, here he comes

Tunneling the ground

Swallowing this sound

Injecting insect dreams

That he's singing into being

Please open up your hands

You woman, child and man

Here he comes, here he comes

Here we come, here I am

Sucking colors from the root

Of the syphilis fruit

Flattening this land

Scattering the sand

Burning every tree

Burning every book

Pulverizing the ruins

Of the city that he shook

Flooding through the gates

Screaming through the wires

Flashing in the screen

Swimming in the fire

Inhaling everything

That ever was or will become

Gathering us in

To undo what he has done

Here he comes, here he comes

Here he comes, here he comes

Here he comes, here he comes

Here he comes, here we run

Run! Run!

Run! Run!

Become! Become!

Run! Run!