Waiting for the rain to come To wash away what we've become Screaming at the hypnotized Who still believe in history's lies On and on the sickness spreads One generation to the next Picket fence plastic life The ghost machine we breed inside Your future your meaning your vision And when there is nothing You will save yourselves Happily ever after Happily dead inside Blindly wanting to believe in Wasted jaded reason Broken hopeless puppets