The red car is the one
The one that goes all on its own
Just pull it back
Watch it race across the floor

I marked a black cross
With the heel of my mother's shoe
I won't tell a soul
Blame it on the man this afternoon

The Internet is dead
The Internet is gone
It can't get you here
Apple blossom don't you fear

I found a stone out on the lawn
Shining black with veins of green
On a hunt for ancient bones
Turned up something strange indeed

[at 3pm sharp]
My arms will slowly rise
[best not to fight it]
Here's to coming home alive
The Internet is dead
The Internet is gone
It can't get you here
Apple blossom don't you fear