We stand idly by We turn a blinded eye Our brains, they are so clean From repeated cycles in the spin machine We march to the same beat On the same well trodden street Strangers to each other Well known to our big brother Be listless, lose your aim Go sell your soul for fame We’ve ways to measure success here And it has little to do with character While some struggle to survive A fight to stay alive You’re more concerned with celebrities Than you are with your own family It makes me sick I want no part of it Bring me back to earth And start my heart again beating I resign from the roll Forget everything I know All the lies they taught to me And try to keep from screaming Believe what they report Belittle them for sport Entertainment for humor’s sake But do nothing to enact change We watch on the cold screen Decipher what this means Removed from our humanity And grasping at traces of sanity But it makes me sick And I want no part of it Bring me down to earth And start my heart again beating I resign from the roll Forget everything I know All the lies they taught to me To keep me from screaming… It makes me sick I become the hypocrite Reunite me with my soul And start this heart again beating I quit the whole routine This joyless monotony A silenced gaping orifice Tries to keep from screaming
