Beck The Information

Ahhh
the information is laughing at us
the ticker tape feeds the night
looking for a last transmission
from a heaven that we left behind

when the information comes we'll know what we're made from
on a skyline rising high rise eyes see through you

say hello to a mannequin
the ghost of an automaton
the witching hour is summoning up
armies in a desert sun


when the information comes we'll know what we're made from
on a skyline rising high rise eyes see through you

she's the sister of avarice
the wife of the poisonous tide
she's the eye in a battle of storms
she sees where the atoms collide

when the information comes we'll know what we're made from
on a skyline rising high rise eyes see through you