Yacht - Terminal Beach

There was a storm and we washed up on a terminal beach
All the palm trees, cell phone towers, little metal coconuts
And in the ruins, ancient desktops, cables running to the sand
Full of messages, full of body, that nobody understand

Too afraid to think that what we were taught to think could hurt us
Too afraid to think that what we were taught to think could hurt us

We climbed inside of the holy mountain to stream it on demand
Our highest towers are nothing more now than little metal puts in the sand
We told the monster where I live to show that we understand
Look around us everything here stands between us in the ham

Too afraid to think that what we were taught to think could hurt us
Too afraid to think that what we were taught to think could hurt us

Left, left behind, left behind with a metal long put
(Left, left behind, left behind with a metal long put)
I used to dream of all my dreams can save inside my mind
And lovesick mother fuckers that said don’t be evil ’bout it
(Left, left behind, left behind with a metal long put)
I used to dream of all my dreams can save inside my mind
And lovesick mother fuckers that said don’t be evil ’bout it
Left, left behind, left behind with a metal long put
All the servers, at our service only servants to each other
I feel the clouds fell, all we had left were our midst. (and out that picture?)

Too afraid to think that what we were taught to think could hurt us
Too afraid to think that what we were taught to think could hurt us

Too afraid to think that what we’re taught to think could hurt us
Too afraid to think that what we’re taught to think could hurt us

So we’re shielding all our children from the glow of a rectangle