I go outside and I can't believe my eyes

Living in the end times, it's worse every year

I go inside and the music rapes my mind

Nowhere i can hide from entertainment

It's one big factory and I'm a product

Half of my memories are two dimensional

It's all canned...

Now I go outside and I look down

And I hear voices in my head

Echo notions i've renounced

It's one big factory and i'm a product

Half of my memories are two dimensional

It's all canned...