You were conceived on a storyboard

In an uptown high-rise

Where your celebrity born

From obscurity

Oh, keep screaming!

And the list keeps growing

And our ears keep bleeding

And the masses keep begging for more (Go! Go! Go!)

And your screams keep coming

And the units keep moving

And the masses keep begging for more (Go! Go! Go!)

The grins of your puppeteers are beaming

Because the quotas will be made

Or your time in the spotlight will fade

At the hands of the same pigs that made you

So speak of movements

To move more units

And invent brand name for your 'believers'

Like brands on slaves

So, so

We'll still be waiting for something stimulating (x2)

In the end all you sold us was boredom (x2)

(Go! Go! Go!)

In the end all you sold us was boredom (x2)

(Go! Go! Go!)

In the end all you sold us was boredom (x4)

(We'll still be waiting for something stimulating) (x2)