We gave birth to Television (Zeus)
Emerging from our brow (Zenith)
Blurred the sky with radar dishes
Choking up the airwaves
It's coming down

Our kiss gives blisters
The Midas touch Medusa in smokestacks
Turn to tarmac highway ribbons
Factory stench smoke belching
Cover up the air in a cloak of black

Blow a fuse in overload
We gave birth to one thousand suns above our heads
We gave birth to fire in the sky

A stitch in time now hypodermic
Beaches drowning in medical waste
Waves of cotton hairballs blood clots oil drums bursting
The Exxon backwash leaves a bad taste

Power failure socket burnout
Ozone turned to aerosol
Water and lead and iodine (a toast)
And apathy will dig a grave for us all