Electioneering by Radiohead

The marble man
Is exquisite,
Perfectly defined
Features for all
To see,
Yet in his sheer
Resplendence
He is ultimately
Much too fond
Of his pedestal.

I confessed to my friend
That I was scared of being
Burned alive,
She told me that the flames
Would eventually melt
My nervous system away
And kill the pain receptors
In my brain.
I was strangely
Comforted by this.

The glassy man
Is unable
To hide anything
From any of his
Followers,
But like bottle glass
Does not
Conceal things
Merely
Distorts them.

I confessed to my friend
That I was scared of the violence
In our world,
She told me that violence only
Breeds more violence
And that we had been
Breeding violence
For thousands of years.
I knew then to abandon
All hope.

The rubber man
Can stretch
His limbs over
Thousands
Of miles,
But because of this
Flexibility
He ultimately
Stretches himself
Too thin.

I confessed to my friend
That I thought this is where
The world ends,
She told me that we were
Egomaniacal to think that we
Could end the world,
And were merely there
To sweep it clean.
I felt then that I knew
Where the truth lay.

Human destiny
Scrawled inside
The chromium chassis
Of the warhead.