DESCRIPTION:
From the album Stereolithic

Lyrics (courtesy of http://taiyedbrodels.com/wiki )

In the basement waiting for a statement
But station's frequency is vacant
Why don't we go outside
In the break room waiting for a big boom
Smoke, haze rising in a big plume
Everyone's dissatisfied

The pools have dried
The trials been tried
But the leak's still spilling
They don't know what to do
The flow won't stop
Pressure still won't drop
Tanks are overfilling

Forward we crawl
Backwards we fall
Through the ebb and the flow
Living within a dream
Wading through the stream
We are the ebb and flow

Up late to earn the proceeds
All stressed out
Working till your eyes bleed
Overtime to buy things we don't need

You're always on the go
And you're thirty, thirty
Gotta make the ends and get dirty, dirty
Will it ever stop will it ever end
Is it worthy
Reality of this is you go loco, loco
Too much of this way and you'll go postal, postal
Happens all the time
Just get in line and go comatose

The moms and pops have all closed up shop
And who came blame them?
I don't know anyone
The kids just hide
Scared to go outside
And just who can blame them?

At times it seems unreal
We can see but we can't feel
And no one's at the wheel
Born here all alone
Growing old with hearts of stone
The lights are on but no one's home

Forward we crawl
Backwards we fall
Through the ebb and the flow
Living within a dream
Wading through the stream
We are the ebb and flow
Images we have made
Cross and fade
Into the ebb and flow