killer bees beseiged the border evil warders rolled the bees the
eyes of wise guys slick reporters now hanging from the jewelstry
the tv screen is scrambled and the radio’s jammed but i dutifully
follow orders cause you never can you never can who slinks through
the cracks of this my wall who listens for my footsteps as night
falls who amplifies the sighs the curses fantasizes all the worst
things and i’d rather be a grey man than the great pretender shouting
at the moon ah the moon they switch it off at night because it isn’t
square and i’d like to think back to those midnight walks with you
but i don’t dare i guess that ninety is loving you so i’ll simply
change the channel i’ll wipe the flannel across my face i’ll watch
that space i’ll watch that scrambled space and think of nothing just
in case they’re watching prying tapping probing watching prying
tapping probing watching prying tapping probing sure thing nothing’s
sacred in this place they call Illumina our Illumina the door is open
i’m nervous in the shade oh Illumina
