I got a friend who’s blank
And he spends his days
In a constant haze
Never leaves a trace
It’s a crime that pays
He’s a textbook case

Pray for a miracle
A wrinkle in time
The wind is ephemeral always blows my mind
Hear the music box unwind

Begging to be born
Another unicorn in a uniform
It’s a thing you hate
Another switch and bait that you abhor

Made in America on a factory floor
There’s a Disney character breaking down the door
And the orchestra plays
A cartoon score for war

No separation
No Berlin Wall
No celebration
No confusion when it falls

Made in America on an assembly line
Where they make mass hysteria
Yeah, it’s all streamlined
Nobody bats an eye
Cause the trains still run on time