Opus Uranium Club

Secrets and lies
The age old prize of knowing
That you have the truth
But what's fact to others
Might not always be what's fact to you
With just one eye you spy a reality
Out of touch
But you don't matter much

You don't matter much
We don't matter much
You don't matter much
We don't matter much
You don't matter much
We don't matter much
What's for lunch?

The gadgets spread above our heads
Erasing the world from view
Welcomed us in downwind
To a club for folks like me and you
The sun is rising from a cloud of dust
It's the middle of the night
Don't you look alright?

I feel alright
Yeah, you look alright
I feel alright
You look out of sight
I feel alright
You look dynamite