The Information

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
 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