Motionless statue, yet another day
With eyes wide open, dusty and dry
Studying each beam with great concentration
Encased by light at a sheltered location
The statue absorbs, the statue handles
Buried in work, stock-still like a candle
Lit up by dazzling displays of the screens
Kinetic fixity, immobile machine
Bright, vivid monitors communicate
Love to the chosen to the others hate
They're hard and sharp like a chisel
That's busy carving the smoothest stone
You're gonna fall from grace
And your face will blend with the bright displays
Your downfall is near
Your lights can't wait, and that is clear
You're gonna fall from grace
And your face will blend with the bright displays
Your downfall is near
Your lights can't wait, and that is clear
Once created in the very image
Once captured in an elusive motion
Now just a statue endlessly reclined
With a stone face pointed at the hard ground
You're gonna fall from grace
And your face will blend with the bright displays
Your downfall is near
Your lights can't wait, and that is clear
You're gonna fall from grace
And your face will blend with the bright displays
Your downfall is near
Your lights can't wait, and that is clear