University Hill Destroyer

And when they come
To round us up
To gather us up
Shadow and air
I'll think of you
Standing there
Lovely in the light

And when they come
To bag us up
To make the world
Invisible
Oh man, it already is
Pretty as a picture

But "pretty as a picture" is "halfway there"
A fortress of solitude's no contest when you stare at oblivion

The game is rigged in every direction
You play to win not a goddamn thing
You climb the walls, you're made of string
You climb the walls, you're made of string
You climb the walls, you're made of string

And "pretty as a picture" means "halfway there"
Your fortress of solitude's no contest when you're staring at oblivion