Bright Lights
Iguana Death Cult
3:08Never felt so out of place Never so constrained It's like I'm feeling homesick for A place I've never been A place of isolation That much I can tell I am a hermit yearning For a marble shell I was feeling down and out In artificial light Under a flyspecked lightbulb I waste away my time Life in a cell phone A television screen What the hell am I looking at A theatre obscene Back to nature, mother calls Her voice got me enticed Find my way back to the womb Dig in to my desire I want to live in a Forest Wear my birthday suit Not a lot of possession Nothing to swing the mood Watching the horizon I was Crying Indian tears An urge to start running I need a change of atmosphere Back to nature, mother calls Her voice got me enticed Find my way back to the womb Dig in to my desire Back to nature, mother calls Her voice got me enticed Find my way back to the womb Dig in to my desire