[Verse 1] Blue flare black glass. Feed full o’ faces rollin’ past. Famine, forecast, flesh in a flash, ash on the wire well, ain’t that class. [Chorus] Blue cave got its hooks in me. Blue cave shows what they want me to see. [Verse 2] Neck bent down, thumb gone numb, click-fed pulse-tied, half struck dumb. That lit-up pane get to twitchin’ some, like it knows our mind ’fore the thought can come. War come tagged. Weather too. Woman. Flag. Me an’ you. [Pre-Chorus] We drag our wants through the feed all night, get scared, call it sense, get hungry, call it mine. Ain’t much left when the want gets fed, but a warm little buzz in a broke-down head. [Chorus] Blue cave got its hooks in me. Blue cave shows what they want me to see. [Verse 3] Behind that glow: wire. Behind that wire: hire. Behind that hire, someone on fire. Stone mouth opened. Cold air blew through. World come up nameless, starin’ me blue. Road. Thorn. Critter. Ridge. [Bridge] I hauled that daylight back down low, As a bad crick in my neck, y’know. Came back bent, walkin’ slow, couldn’t make heads nor tails of that shadow-show. “Poor fool,” they said, “look what he lacks: the knack, the tact, the facts.” Then back to the glass. Still intact. [Final Chorus] Blue cave got its hooks in me. Blue cave shows what they want me to see. Blue cave got its hooks in me. Blue cave shows what they want me to see.
