Batteries - Diorama

Come to where oblivion counts you in

Come to where your time is not running out

Come to where regrets are deemed as sin

Come to where no question are allowed

Pack your bags and quit

The luxuries of life

That never seem to fit

Pack your bags and quit

The luxuries of life

The race of walking batteries

The race of walking batteries

The tales of talking batteries

What a nice evening, what a nice conversation

Just when you align your symmetry

Just when you could swear it can’t get worse

Just when you dump into absurdity

The center of an unborn universe

Pack your bags and quit

The luxuries of life

That never seem to fit

Pack your bags and quit

The luxuries of life

The race of walking batteries

The race of walking batteries

The tales of talking batteries

What a nice evening, what a nice conversation

The race of walking batteries

The comedy, the never-ending line

We’re gladly waiting in

Your comedy

Your interim arrangement

Your unforgotten past

Your interim arrangement

…interim arrangement