The emperor is down
Goodbye, don't cry
All their secrets are found
Their technics on bulding bombs and how to fly
Your mind is drilling through mine
The sky is falling all down
I whisper that everything is fine
Everything is fine, everything is fine
I wish that you could see yourself now
Maybe you would laugh, or maybe you would cry out
The doctors are coming to get us
But I don't know what they want from us, from us
My mother's got fire in her eyes
I got boxes in my mind I want to open
I got no medicine, it's too expensive
Everything is fine, everything is fine
I got an urge that is more than plastic
I know a doctor that is willing to fix it
He gives me salt in a package he can help me
And the sky is falling down