Oh, you mad machines of the future!
Taking my days for all to look upon
Pretending that I might have days to come
Keeping eyes affixed upon a fixture!
From somewhere far beyond the clouds of nylon,
Purple planes ensconce the skyline for the nighttime
With their happy bombs
But as the king of this castle,
All that I can say is “I’m not gone.”
Oh, my steed, his stead he tread in silence
I kept my bit in hand and drifted left
Prevailing winds all pushed and pulled my heft
But oh, I need to break the speed and violence!
But don’t drop me off!
From somewhere far beyond the clouds of nylon,
Purple planes ensconce the skyline for the nighttime
With their happy bombs
But as the king of this castle,
All that I can say is “I’m not gone.”