A present so dire Our lies start to unfold Economic disasters There's no place to call home False sense of freedom Censored and analyzed Mindless mediocrity Numbed and blind Suppression of speech Concealed information Loss of individuality Political manipulation State of decay My thoughts are not my own There's no escape I need to be reborn Attached to machines Corroded perception Born to die Live in isolation Under bright lights we stand We're all suspects of a felony Find our bodies bleeding in the gutter Can't afford the cost of our own coffins State of decay My thoughts are not my own There's no escape I need to be reborn