Iisland
Diorama
I'm the black of the night sky
You don't bother me at all
You don't bother me at all
Stretch me tall to feel terrified
With your back against the wall
Staring down the endless hall
I'm the wave surging forward
From your watercolour cave
To your watercolour sea
The shape you make out
Way beyond the realm of blindness
Get your brain straight
Get your brain straight
Fix your compass
The golden future is waving, waving
I'm the rest, you're not taking
From the all-consuming mess
The anti-anti-mindlessness
Spin the wheel of misfortune
That is your part of the deal
I give you more, you wish for less
The shape you make out
Way beyond the realm of blindness
Get your brain straight
Get your brain straight
Fix your compass
The golden future is waving, waving
Get your brain straight
Get your brain straight
Fix your compass
The golden future is waving, waving