A World of such pretty things Dangling, jangling on silk strings "Escape…come to me!" hypnotically swaying The latest attractions have hooks in me You can't here the screams So soothed again until tomorrow Break the Cycle Learn to face the fears Break the Cycle Embrace the emptiness, embrace the loneliness Help is on its merry way Little pills on the grill Cooked and then seasoned To make sure they don't k** Our days balanced By two yellows and a blue And some want to axe the Food and Drug Administration We are the hollow men- choking' on emptiness This is a deprivation state- no true substance of mind, inside We keep it from ourselves- hell… How could we have known any better anyway Mamma taught me to run, run, run Daddy taught me to run, run, run Freeing the pains of the day- can't sit uncomfortable Undistracted-solely at home- ourselves To make that true connection- new direction Echo! [Chorus] I can! We can!