There is a hole There is a hole beyond your souls And there's a leak A little leak between our teeth Let's pray for some rain to fall Let's pray for one last order call Just clean the eyes Unlock your doors And hope for the times are a changing once more We suffer from action Caused by a lack of satisfaction Though we have agingly arrived We're in search for the time of our lives Waiting for the only one to come Until nothing comes at all We're puppets in an everlasting play Who we are is what we get paid The one to pay the piper Calls the tune And though we never did what we've been told We are all remote controlled We are all remote controlled There is a mess An utter mess within our chests There is a place Where no one ever left a trace I fear one more is one too much We're out of memory Out of touch We stifle just to stimulate Get up early but always too late Waiting for our own reward to come Until nothing comes at all There's way too many pictures all around Too many lights Too many sounds In that terrifying beauty of our days I guess that we have never been so far From ourselves From who we are We're the ones to stand in our own ways I think we must have taken up our time While we were young While we were wild And none of us had ever toed the line And though we never did what we've been told We are all remote controlled We are all remote controlled Floating in a postproductive dream Who we are is what we seem In this fashionable world