We paint the future from this bedroom
With lots of progress; cold and heartless
And nothing lives, just twitches and moves
It's all synthetic, but it's all we've got

Thousands of wires spread through the halls
Thousands of eyes live in our walls
And now they can see just what we've done (oh no)
Now they can see what we've become

No sun Just radiation here Get it by the lungful
No time No way to count the years
Except by the creaking sounds in your bones

They've got your name They've got your number
They've got your hopes, your dreams, your future
They've got your loved ones by the throat
And soon enough they'll let you know
And I've learned enough to keep my mouth shut
I've learned enough to watch my back
And I've learned enough to become wallpaper
And blend in with the cracks

(We've though too much; said nothing

We've heard it all; there's nothing new
We've seen the way to our undoing
And the way to yours as well)

Ten thousand lines run from our minds
And ten thousand plans spread from our hands
And now we can see just what we've done (oh no)
And now we can see what we've become (oh no)
And now we can see just where we stand