What has become of us? White ceilings, white skies ♪ Did you know a star can swim a thousand dark miles And never see the floor again? Back against the wall on these last days But we knew it would happen anyway You drop that pitch-black pall Over us, one and all, again Propel your national machines Giving us all the disease, but not the vaccine ♪ One thousand tiny lives Disappear into the black stretch ♪ And I guess I thought I would feel something, but I didn't But I didn't, yes, that's a myth ♪ And you drop that pitch-black pall Over us, one and all, again Propel your national machines Giving us all the disease, but not the vaccine And I would give anything for a cool glass of water Without this poisonous oil ♪ No, it's never gonna be good enough