(On the air...)
Tell me, my friend
What's come to pass?
What has you worried about tomorrow?
They got you trapped
Your people neglected
Selling solutions to drown your sorrow
Higher-ups pulling all of the strings
Wasting their life away
Controlling disciples that don't understand
But agree anyway
So you see that we're totally fucked
Nowhere else to turn
If someone were to try to save us
Good luck
Doesn't make sense, I've been cautious
The air, it makes me nauseous
Maybe I'll turn in my wings and call it a day
It's better this way
My concern may sound aggressive
But boy, it's not excessive
Maybe I'll find somewhere else to make my escape
This place is a shame