And we will burn our brains.
We all finally do that:
Walking in line, sitting around the auto-da-fé.
Technology's screaming and everybody's listening.
Pawns conscious of being pawns, with wild open ears.
We keep singing the praises of a system running by drowning its billions legs.
On and on and on we're feeding it.
I'm staying away from a game lost before it starts.
No, I won't play my life to toss.
Those coins are two-head faced and gambling's never been my thing.
And I keep hoping lights are made to be seen,
But it seems we only care about our f**ing screens,
When we're not hiding behind the memories of better days.
We keep wasting our voice when no one's listening.