Soon we'll be scouring ravaged landscapes scavenging scrapes of the city to salvage the past The social divide between us and them Has far surpassed the weight of our wallets
CHORUS Electric minds nothing mean anything when we cheapen our genuine feelings With a computer screen Electric fingertips to sell your soul to corporate demons Marketing your life to fit the figures and the polls Charting your consumption To construct the perfect mold
I fuckin' give up playing catch up I can't keep up you can keep it If you cannot see the change it's because it isn't there The means to build technology to perpetuate these trends Costs us so much more than dollar and cents in the end
CHORUS
Pull the wires from your teeth Your fingers from the keys Your spine from the cable Your eyes from the screen (x4)
your entire life fits in the palms of their hands Can't you see it's only getting worse Humans have evolved into corporations Can't you see this is 1984