Turning Off the Noise

"Yeah... check it. Just turn it off." Scrolling through the shadows on a glowing screen Selling us a nightmare, yeah, they’re selling us a dream Headlines screaming 'bout the world going cold Just another lie that’s being bought and sold They feed us on the misery, it’s daily bread Trying to plant a little panic in your head But I’m looking out the window at the morning sun The TV's talking trash, but I’ve already won. So I make it a beautiful day (Yeah, I make it my own) No matter what the suits and the vultures say The bastards at the top, they’re gonna stay the same I’m stepping off the board, I’m not playing the game You gotta do it yourself, ‘cause nobody will While they’re sitting in the clouds, looking for the kill. They’re living in a bubble while we’re on the street Mixing up the truth just to make it taste sweet But I don’t need their vision, I’ve got my own eyes I’m cutting through the static and the corporate ties To the leaders in the towers: you can go to hell I’m ringing for myself a different kind of bell Every hour is a treasure if you let it be I’m a million miles away from your "reality." "They don't know. They really don't. It's just you and me. Make it count." So I make it a beautiful day (Yeah, I make it my own) No matter what the suits and the vultures say The bastards at the top, they’re gonna stay the same I’m stepping off the board, I’m not playing the game You gotta do it yourself, ‘cause nobody will While they’re sitting in the clouds, looking for the kill. Do it yourself... Keep it beautiful... Let the top rot... we've got the sun...