A thought can be a prison cell
The past has no truth to tell
A thought can be an atom bom
But it will burn at fourfiveone
A thought can be dangerous
Protect the people from themselves
A thought can be a loaded gun
But it will burn at fourfiveone
It will burn at fourfiveone
A thought can be criminal
Suppress the individual
A thought can be a mother's son
But he will burn at fourfiveone
A thought can be the enemy
Betrayer of "the family"
A thought leads to another one
But they will burn,,, they all will burn
Firemen who start fires
Are you happy?
Watching the walls
Locking the doors
Taking the pills
It'll all be over soon
Watching the screens
Counting the sheep
Faking the smile
It'll all be over soon
White pages burning black
The jets are overhead
The clock is turning back
Tock tick tock
Pretty holes in rows
All lined up in nice neat rows
Drowning in the glow
Drowning in the deep blue glow
It kills you so slow
So slow that you don't even notice
All the lines you tow
All the dreams that you let go
Firemen who start fires
Firemen who start fires
Firemen who start fires
Purify! Purify!
Are you happy?