(Verse 1) The blue screen hums at four-forty flat Telling the herd where the water is at A manufactured note in a plastic reed Tricking the mind into artificial need Punching the clock till the spirit goes dry Learning to live on a company lie Walking in lockstep, eyes glazed white Too tired to wonder, too tired to fight. (Chorus) A false pitch playing through the speaker wire Stealing your spirit for a synthetic fire Pulling you down where the signal stays low Blocking the channel where the real truths flow It isn't a melody, it's a tangled thread Dancing the puppets until they're dead. (Verse 2) Corporate towers in the gridline gray Siphoning the pure frequency away They sell you the noise to cover up the ear So you never pick up on what's running clear Follow the contract, sign on the crease Trading real breath for an artificial peace A hollow march down a dead-end street Sedated by the cycle of a digital beat. (Chorus) A false pitch playing through the speaker wire Stealing your spirit for a synthetic fire Pulling you down where the signal stays low Blocking the channel where the real truths flow It isn't a melody, it's a tangled thread Dancing the puppets until they're dead. (Bridge) Parade on the left, panic on the right A whole world sleeping under neon light They hold the leash, but you hold the key Walk out the middle and just let it be. (Outro) Unplug the wire. Cut the fake tone. The ears open up When you walk alone. (Low pulsing synth cuts cleanly to total silence)
