Texty: Arrivals (The). Marvels Of Industry. Phyllis.

Phyllis before you were dead
I'd hoped you'd see some thread tightly connecting it all
The cosmos unfold
Is there light? Does it shine brightly?
Forming a beacon, exposing hope for us now?
You said: Nitsa's a beautiful girl
Hooray for the living
Boo that my back is so sore
Curse when I'm gone
If there's a light, not in gravestones
Go start a fire
Quickly, go burn what you find
Phyllis before you were dead
You mumbled and sputtered
Exploding a body for us
Ancient indeed
Shake the dead
Shake the dead
Wake them and tell them
Nothing has changed in this world