While you sleep, in the comfort of your bed,
Someone's coming after you
When you awake, to the billboards on your way to work,
Someone's coming after you

They're stealing your lives and they're selling them back to you
And look at the lives we waste
They're feeding the lines in the interest of commerce,
Excuses for wars we wage
They've got the bombs and the guns to look after
The country's economy
But we've got a plan to get back all the hours
And days and the years that they take

We say, we'll smoke this city to the filter,
We'll empty every bottle, you'll see us by the river
We'll bring back those things you can't remember,
Like smiling in the winter You're smiling while they burn your lives

And you've heard their lies
You've heard their lies