Walls of cylinders as small as your hand
Sprinkling with life on every touch
We're cased in on every side
And pushed closer every moment
Our amperage sapped from every core
Bleeds to dull electricity to store
Unplug the electric people
Our hands are dry
Our skin is cold
So wrap it up
In shining foil
And tap the light
Coming from the sun
And wait for dusk
And start to run
Our amperage sapped from every core
Bleeds to dull electricity to store
Unplug the electric people