When they cracked the mantle and the fire hydrants blew
You and me would watch and laugh and sip the water too
The vapor spouts flew higher than we thought was possible
When they hung the faux tanks up on tele-cellphone poles
All of palm springs scratched their heads and just resumed their roles
The witnesses died off faster than we thought was probable
Who is the They
When they sacked the abbey and the disc was hovering
Heard a cough then whisper, they remote controlled that thing
The atmosphere more charged than before thought-possible
Who is the They, What's in the way
When they slowed the timeline still with gassy old plane jets
You and me would laugh at how much sh-t their gods regret
Their orbs and blobs more annoying than we thought was possible
Who is the They, What's in the way
(They just can't keep it still)
It keeps moving forward anyway
When our tattooed taxi driver pulled up with the app
They'd triangulate us, they fu--ing made up that crap
It all occurred less heard, more blurred than seemed probable
Who is the They, What's in the way, Who is the They