How are we supposed to know what's real? The dirt, the bread, the snow, the rusty steel Something in the neighborhood's not right They'll stay indoors until the break of light The clones, they've always said to stay in line But I'd rather die than piss away my time Our food's diseased by altered seeds and dies So we take a pill and trust the doctor's lie
You want the hours back Every night, a 12 pack Stoned, they're all stoned We want the hours back Television soundtrack Drones, no I won't No I won't, no I won't No I won't, no I won't No I won't, no I won't No I won't, no I won't
Here's my box enveloped in a giant force field Down on my knees, filthy, I made a mistake You were the drug that I couldn't shake You were the habit that I couldn't break Lying awake for 8 hours straight Human, I am a rotten human
On your way, on your way On your way, on your way On your way, on your way On your way
You want the hours back Every night, a 12 pack Stoned, they're all stoned We want the hours back Television soundtrack Drones, no I won't No I won't, no I won't No I won't, no I won't No I won't, no I won't No I won't, no I won't
