Avalanche looms overhead   Airplane flies overhead   Important man sits by the window   Sucked out of the first class window      Images run by, thousand miles an hour   But the time seems far away   Folding clothes in a folding closet   Folding money in a resume      Time to let off some pressure   Time to let off some steam   All your notebooks get thrown away   And you start your diary clean      Crystal glass lined up in a row   Watched over by the G.I. Joes   Sugar in your coffee doesn't taste quite right   Feeling the effects for a hundred thousand nights      When civilization falls in its grave   Technology throws on the dirt   You realize the finest things in life   Are the ones that can never be hurt      Shatters your brain in a million tiny pieces   The sounds you hear aren't coming out right   You think it might be mystic, you think I might be cryptic   The crystal in your china case is breaking in a million tiny pieces