like a dead planet circling a dying star, pa**ing the time in factories and bars blue lights flicker up and down the blocks divested minds, no independent thoughts and the cold rain falls on the land of the free, you know the gate swings open but the beast won't leave and it's plugged in so long you're addicted to the current, plugged in so long you're addicted cog in the wheel, perpetuate the system signal is lost, but no one's left to listen seems like your soul is missing Well the tank is empty but the gauge reads full airwave static looking for a signal as the d** kick in, one moment of silence
before the pain fades one final reminder: that's better off just left alone so we push the amp until the speakers blow and a voice comes in across this shortwave radio just calling out what are we doing here, what are we doing here, what are we doing here, what are we doing here sheep in the flock, but the shepherd's missing signal is lost, but no one's left to listen this is my last transmission what are we doing here, what are we doing here, what are we doing here, what are we doing here, what are we doing here, what are we doing here, what are we doing here, what are we doing here?