Remote Control (The Age Of Electric)

The difference between us Is negative one, The math is simple Subtract attractive opposites Open, my bottle, fizzing you shake me out And go implode, this hollow-body interior Kingpin crumbles Fade, fade, fade, fade Where's my remote control Where's my remote control Where's my remote Where's my Where's my remote Crooked, mangled, melted, spoil It's funny but true, oh looked what I cooked up Boring, missed out, habitual umbilical You say "Gravity Pope, you're strange and real" It's not easy sleeping It's not too late, too late, too late Where's my remote control Where's my remote control Where's my Where's my Where's my self control Where's my remote control Where's my remote control The difference between us is negative one