You never go out It's too hard to be up The smiling makes you tired But you tilt your mirror And fixes your hair For no one else to see But you can't stop the question That if you weren't so antiseptic Would feeling be better than this? But go on follow all the rules To keep on numbing down the human side I know you're looking for a cure That you keep trying to get the human out Ask the right questions To the right people And pay them for their answers When they stop working Find new solutions There's one at every turn Surely you can find it if you try There must be a cure certain and sure A cure for all your faults Auction your faith to The highest bidder And follow every word Pray to the man who Turns off the feeling You cannot even name