The System

Somewhere in Siberia
There will be a small explosion
Particles like dust
Are released and slowly growing
You will hear a tiny voice
And when you hear it, you will know it
A circuit has been broken
(The system, ECHOING)
Somewhere close to Hollywood
There will be a small explosion
Fires will be burning
Television cameras rolling
There will be one tiny voice
No one else will ever hear it
The silence has been broken
The system
The system is overloaded
The system is overloaded
Somewhere in the night sky
There will be a small explosion
Followed by a sudden flash
Over in an instant
You will see a star has died
And know exactly what hash appened
A pattern has been broken
Been broken
The system
The system is overloaded, overloaded
The system is overloaded, overloaded
The system
The system is overloaded
Somewhere in your mind
There will be a soft explosion
Chemicals have just collided
And there is no way of knowing
You will hear your own tiny voice
And you won’t even recognize it
The connection has been broken
The system
The system is overloaded
The system is overloaded, overloaded
The system
The system is overloaded, overloaded
The system
Overloaded