Cold, concrete-grey exurb
We want to leave
but no-one knows
where to go - everywhere, more the same

We have a purpose
We have a goal
The comfort of the routine
the pleasure of our make-believe

We have glass walls, halogen lights
Too skinny showroom dummies
Colour coded twilight skies
Private spaces bleeding through

We have superficial contacts
Driven anxious lust and boredom
We have civil inattention
and overfed luxury

We have bought dreams and
childlike escapism
We have human desire struggling
to find the will to be

This is our home
We wouldn't have it
any other way
And so we remain

This is what we get
and we know this is right
We receive the message
but don't regonize the authority

The network and the television
the radio waves and the transfer protocol
tell us what we all think
tell us what no-one is happy with

Stuck between structure and agency
our culture and what we need
Stuck between freedom and no options
conformity and ideals

Material comfort we cannot afford
Terminates our weak protest
Somewhere waste clouds still block the skies
to satisfy our need for substitution and novelty

Mindless uncritical daily repetion
maintains our hopes and dreams
expands our cities and fills the streets
breaks our selves and we won't fight back

Because we are all just an audience
We can connect but we don't receive
We stand alone - together
We are disconnected - together


We have connectivity
endless knowledge
Infinite information
unlimited potential
And we never touch

We want to blame but we don't see
at the top of the tv-station
there's no-one in control
we want -
they give -
we buy -
so it's said -
on repeat

We have connectivity
endless knowledge
Infinite information
unlimited potential
And we never touch

Give, receive, assume, routine
say no-options
we adjust
the circle keeps going
and we don't see
don't realize we're not free

This is a system and this is real
We are components and we are transmiters
we are joined in our actions
from top to bottom, joined in our actions end to end


I want to hear you think
without your transmissions
Will you still talk to me
when our dreams burn out of fuel?
I want to hear us speak
without our pretentions
Will you still talk to me
when our dreams burn out of fuel?

I want to save someone
I want to see it through
I want to save someone
I want to see it through

Make your decisions
without your idol's opinions
Will you still talk to me
when our dreams burn out of fuel?
I want to see us here
without the noise and movies
Will you still talk to me
when our dreams burn out fuel?

I want to save someone
I want to see it through
I want to save someone
I want to see it through

With you.