Blow Me Up Songtext
von Heath Whitelock

Blow me up, out of proportion,
Blow me up, larger than life
Cash me in; I′ve got enough starvation
To sell my soul for a day in the sun.

In a generation of novelties
The sea of mediocrity deepens, widens
As my days grow shorter, my depression gets longer

Blow me up, out of proportion
Blow me up, larger than life
Cash me in; I've got enough starvation
To sell my soul for a day in the sun.

The war of art, the art of war; imitate each other
Quietly, I stay on the fringes

Blow me up, out of proportion
Blow me up, larger than life
Cash me in; I′ve got enough starvation
To sell my soul for a day in the sun


Blow me up, out of proportion
Blow me up, larger than life
Catch me in the garden of salvation
To sell my soul for a day in the sun.

Hoping the "Great Exploiter" cannot find me
Oh the Great Exploiter... don't... find me

Over the hill at 16, played the last card
An aging hipster in a synthetic warfare
My pulse is a time-code for the
Only synchronicity the only synchronicity
The exhibitionism of youth, the hard-working youth
Keep them in the wheel, keep them in the wheel until the
Undertow takes them to their burn-out.
The Undertow, Take them to their burn out

Blow me up, out of proportion
Blow me up, larger than life
Catch me in the garden of salvation
To sell my soul for a day in the sun