| Waging war on the arms race of sound | |
| Turn it down Pull the plug Imminent surrender | |
| Ringing in the new Dark Age | |
| Shut down the noise-aholics Put down the quiet-ophobics | |
| In a daydream of peace In a calmness too brief | |
| My lullaby is killing My lullaby be stilling | |
| It could be such sweet silence From static from violence from... | |
| Volume is the modern currency Everyone competing for air space | |
| Everybody's dumb Shouting muddled words as though they're deaf | |
| Big brother isn't watching anymore | |
| He knows we are distracted and absorbed | |
| Broadcasting our grief Our imagination's atrophied | |
| We can't think If I could sing them all to sleep | |
| If I could sing myself deaf Wouldn't it be lovely? | |
| Doesn't it sound perfect? Every generation hates the next | |
| I will save the millions from a slow insufferable death | |
| I'll put them to sleep Save them from progressive misery | |
| I'm counting If I could sing myself to sleep | |
| If I could sing myself deaf Wouldn't it be lovely? | |
| Doesn't it sound perfect? My lullaby is killing | |
| My lullaby be stilling Memorized. Involuntary | |
| I think I can change the world |