TV set, jetstream, haul off until tomorrow

Internet, flat screen, what's the message in your bottle?

She'll be coming around the mountain when she comes full throttle

Battle axe and chop em down, that's the call of the wild

There's no message in your bottle, emptiness, it's just hollow

Think the way to wake up is through sex, that's just shallow

Tossing seed into the wind producing loss and sorrow

Draculas on MTV sucking the blood from the marrow

Hard-hearted like stone, want to be known like Pharaoh

Said let my people go, that's the call of the wild

Children drowning in the rivers, swimming Babylon towers top...

If its roots are cut off, how we gon' feed this flower

Might look pretty temporary but rotten within the hour

Disconnected from its source with no footsteps to follow

Chasing death disguised as life, world's a bridge that's narrow



Walked out this morning

Don't believe what I saw

A hundred billion bottles

Washed up on the shore

Seems I'm not alone at being alone