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down!
Like a shadow in a
all the blues and greens
As I from the glare of a monitor screen
Run fast!
Like a in a subway
Try to remain
As I hide from the glare of the T.V.

all sucked in
Part of the core
We're all in
Blind to the we've been selected for...Elected for

still!
Like a ghost in the
all the blues and greens
As I listen to the of the fax machine

What will I be winter comes again?
And we're wrapped up in furs, and has begun again

And it hurts to be from you
the world you made so well

What will I be when the summer comes more?
And we're naked and weak in the eye of the sun more
all sucked in...

"Leave it on the net" demands the
"No room for to high tech reform"
Maybe a way to save the pessimist
He could make it to the hills and out the storm

"Formulas are set" declares the
"This is the for everyone"
Maybe we can hide, to exist
With a crate of bottled water and a off shot gun

Try to - Don't look into his eyes
Try to stay alive - Don't look his dead, dead eyes

You can send me
From the safety of a chat
In your grey clothes
I have looked into your
Looked into soul!

I'm with my head in the radiogram
Waiting for some sign of a or a little green man
Glued to the of a sun behind the plastic hood
And the bass tones
ooze from the pores in the wood
Oh no...I go there again
Oh no....Was this ever to be?

I'm on the floor with the book in my hand
Dreaming of the world in a way that children can
And I listen for the emanating sounds the hidden choirs
The message in the radiant valves and red hot
Oh no...I can't go there
Oh no...Was this meant to be?

To it has come to this
by indifference
Underlying of doubt
Such self reliance
Too far we have out
Nervous in our
Ordinary
Objects and
Now is a time of foolish
Emotions run high and tears are shed

He has the of a friend
And shall reach across the into every home
We invite him in and no defense
And with every soul he reaches for his throne
He has the face of an
As he leads us in the
we find ourselves...alone!

So we're standing in the
Staring at the shadows and the lights
Prisoners forever in the
Letting all the be the
to our fragile lives
Did we ever learn?
Did we really learn?
The race has found it's own true home
The dwelling places of these high lies
The few that see the world beyond the
Must march on the wilderness
Of fantasy, false images, and