| Stay down! Like a shadow in a hallway | |
| Watching all the blues and greens | |
| As I hide from the glare of the monitor screen | |
| Run fast! Like a shadow in a subway | |
| Try to remain unseen | |
| As I hide from the glare of the T.V. screen | |
| We're all sucked in | |
| Part of the core collective | |
| We're all dragged in | |
| Blind to the cause we've been selected for....Elected for | |
| Stand still! Like a ghost in the Firewall | |
| Watching all the blues and greens | |
| As I listen to the rhythm of the fax machine | |
| What will I be when winter comes again? | |
| And we're wrapped in furs, and life has begun again | |
| And it hurts to be away from you | |
| From the world you made so well | |
| What will I be when the summer comes once more? | |
| And we're naked and weak in the eye of the sun once more | |
| We're all sucked in | |
| 'Leave it on the net' demands the optimist | |
| 'No room for slaves to high tech reform' | |
| Maybe there's a way to save the pessimist | |
| He could make it to the hills and ride out the storm | |
| 'Formulas are set' declares the analyst | |
| 'This is the road for everyone' | |
| Maybe we can hide, continue to exist | |
| With a crate of bottled water and a sawn off shot gun | |
| Try to survive - Don't look into his eyes | |
| Try to stay alive - Don't look into his dead dead eyes | |
| You can send me codes | |
| From the safety of a chat room | |
| In your grey ether clothes | |
| I have looked into your soul | |
| Looked into your soul! | |
| I'm sitting with my head in the radiogram | |
| Waiting for some sign of a ghost or a little green man | |
| Glued to the glowing of a sun behind the plastic hood | |
| And the bass heavy tones | |
| That ooze from the pores in the wood | |
| Oh no.... I can't go there again | |
| Oh no..... Was this ever meant to be? | |
| I'm sitting on the floor with the book in my hand | |
| Dreaming of the world in a way that only children can | |
| And I listen for the emanating sounds from the hidden choirs | |
| The message in the radiant valves and red hot wires | |
| Oh no.... I can't go there again | |
| Oh no..... Was this ever meant to be? | |
| To think it has come to this | |
| Ruled by indifference | |
| Underlying waves of doubt | |
| Such arrogant self reliance | |
| Too far we have travelled out | |
| Nervous in our sentience | |
| Ordinary people | |
| Objects and events | |
| Now is a time of foolish fears | |
| Emotions run high and needless tears are shed | |
| He has the face of a friend | |
| And shall reach across the world into every home | |
| We invite him in and offer no defence | |
| And with every given soul he reaches for his throne | |
| He has the face of an Angel | |
| As he leads us in the dance | |
| Until we find ourselves......alone! | |
| So we're standing in the Moviedrome | |
| Staring at the shadows and the falling lights | |
| Prisoners forever in the Moviedrome | |
| Letting all the pictures be the | |
| Guide to our fragile lives | |
| Did we ever really learn? | |
| Did we never really learn? | |
| The human race has found it's own true home | |
| The dwelling places of these high tech lies | |
| The few that see the world beyond the Moviedrome | |
| Must march on through the wilderness | |
| Of fantasy, False images, And pride |
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