Aaah

The information is laughing at us

The ticker tape feeds the night

Looking for a lost transmission

A heaven that we left behind

When the information comes

We'll know what we're made from

And the skyline rising

Highrise eyes see through you

Say hello to a mannequin

The ghost of an automaton

The witching hour is summoning up

Armies where they don't belong

When the information comes

We'll know what we're made from

And the skyline rising

Highrise eyes see through you

She's the sister of avarice

The wife of a poisonous tide

She's the eye of a battle of storms

That sees where the atoms collide

When the information comes

We'll know what we're made from

And the skyline rising

Highrise eyes see through you

Beck - The Information