Campus is getting bigger    They are working on it all the time   Acting on the TV   I can see their faces   Red alert, the siren's loud   The drafted are all coming back   This job takes dedication   When things start with no beginning   It doesn't mean that they aren't true   As the current through the atlas   Nips the wrist with a fork through it   Half the battles fueled with hate   "Many loathsome fights were sacred!"   Shout the crew who hold their swatches   They paint on the set and cry   Ice is plastic enough to try to sculpt with it   The color curdles and waves drip down   And I'm still thinking about the time a scene takes them   The dormitories are awful quiet   Acting on the TV   And he's not pretending   I'm convinced that there's not someone else beneath   The pixeled screen   An army edit   The set was finished last   Ice is plastic enough   To try to sculpt with it   Color curdles and waves drip down   I'm still thinking about the time a scene takes up   The dormitories are awful quiet   And these swollen eyes   And static lens   They blink when there's nothing but TV   We beg for it   To calm us down   And believe that it's real what they're doing   These swollen eyes   And static lenses   They blink on and off and off and on