Imagine an astral plane where all the screens are dark,
They don’t have a government, but they are still told what to bark.
They’ve wires and cables inside their minds.
They’re under an iron fist, but there's no fist in sight.

Islands in lakes in islands in lakes.
When you plug one of the cables in this is the sound it makes:
When they’re walking they’ve got nothing to do,
But they’re busy making the water turn blue.

Negative Island Theory!

Imagine a dried out field with no one to complain,
All the skeletons are comforted by the pain.
They’re too bored of dehydration and crop failure,
Theye’d rather see you on your worst behavior.

So go ahead a crack open one, it’ll be one this time.
Reach into your box of tools to unwind,
You can feel yourself slipping from my grasp,
The only thing you can cling onto is the falling metal scraps.

Negative Island Theory!

Imagine a wrecking ball tearing down the homes,
Of several guitarists that are living on a stone.
Now that they’re evicted, they play inside your mind,
But they never found a drummer, so they’re playing out of time.

Track after track but the sickness stays the same.
They are waiting for you, so hear them say your name.
It's only a short wait before your time will come,
Enter your name and number, and take the shot to make you numb.

Negative Island Theory!