Illumina...Killer bees patrolled the border, Mad Dog Caesar rolled the dice, they
seized control while we were sleeping, glued pitch black patches on our
eyes. If seeing you is loving you, I think I'll tear out both my eyes.
I'm happy on this private island, the only place I have to hide. We huddle
close, we're wearing muzzles, we carry crosses nine to five. And though
we roll in black sand blisters, somehow we just stay alive. It's in their
interest but I haven't figured out the reason why and if I did I'd keep it
quiet cos black is white and truth is lies. In this place called Illumina
the white light never fades. Oh, Illumina my door is open, I'm nervous in
the shade. In this place called Illumina the white light never fades. Oh,
Illumina my door is open, I'm nervous in the shade...Breakfast is served at the monument at precisely 5:05. Not a
second earlier, not a second later. A neon light flashes 'EAT - DON'T
TALK.' It's blazing above our heads. Just as if we'd never seen it
before, if we'd actually needed to be reminded. We don't want to be
reminded. A friend of mine once whispered out, hinting somehow the food
seemed better one morning. They took him away, they strapped him to the
chair. They put electrodes in his head and they illuminated him and his
eyes would turn into bright bright candle like messages that flashed and
flashed, "I talked, I did not eat. I am a reminder." I am a constant
reminder of how you should behave. I am a constant reminder of the
priviliges of being obedient at all times. We must fade out, out...Illumina 2...Killer bees besieged the border, evil warders rolled the bees. The eyes
of wise guys, slick reporters now hanging from the Judas tree. The TV
screen is scrambled and the radio's jammed but I dutifully follow orders
cause you never can, you never can. Who slinks through the cracks across
my wall, who listens for my footsteps as night falls, who amplifies the
sighs, the curses, fantasizes all the worst things. And I'd rather be a
gray man than the great pretender shouting at the moon. Ah, the moon.
They switch it off at night because it isn't square. And I'd like to
think back to those midnight walks with you but I don't dare. I guess that
knowing you is loving you so I'll simply change the channel. I'll wipe a
cold flannel across my face. I'll watch that space. I'll watch that
scrambled space and think of nothing just in case they're watching,
prying, tapping, probing, watching, prying, tapping, probing, watching,
prying, tapping, probing. Sure thing nothing's sacred in this place they
call Illumina. Our Illumina. The door is open. I'm nervous in the shade
oh Illumina...WHAT IF THEY MADE IT ALL UP???
