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 wiht 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