Have we disgraced our modern face or just reality?
A nation full of idiots and computer screens
Dial up connections instead of family,
Surrogate mothers a digital reality
We are breathing in our fumes of our own consumption
Are we cellular or satellite going global?
A broken feed, an absent source of information
This broken chord has lost it's soul and lost it's signal,
And it really feels like were going no where
Satellite dreams are broadcast on Technicolor screens,
But all I have is a radio tonight
We are so much better then this