I see the faces pa**ing by In a static lullaby A decadent decay, a cheap bouquet, a digital display The past is dead, but I'm alive A spark, but I won't let the fire die Break away, break away When you find your dream, don't let it slip away Break away, break away Because I know I'm going all the way Now the days are pa**ing by; time to open up their eyes A television screen, a magazine, a media machine And if you want to stay, that's fine But I ain't wasting no more time