The Faint - Acting (On-Campus Television) lyrics
[The Faint - Acting On-Campus Television lyrics]
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 with 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
Something 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 them
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
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 with 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
Something 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 them
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