Where theres a well theres a way
Its occupation has me pause what I was gonna say
I let it drain me
Drain me all out
Take me and twist my limbs
Wring the water from my life

I retain it just for you
To use for your own means
Youre surveying at the top
Youve chosen me
I am your perfect victim
Going about my daily drudgery
Created perfect commercial tunes
Arranged the noises to specifically secrete
Whatever my brain will lull me to sleep
You have painted my walls
You have me convinced
That I am where I want to be
While Im just where you want me
So clever an act that its been working

Should I run?
Should I follow? (And fall down?)
Burial grounds for splintered dreams sprout trees of product and recycle me

I am so willing it makes me sick
To give you everything that makes me, me
I retain it just for you it seems
Ask yourself this: Who am I?

Theyve figured us out, and the well hasnt yet run dry
Theyve set off bombs and ran off in the distance to hide
We have to detonate everything we see
For if we dont theyll sell anything we bleed
And realize that the more you feed
Thats the more that you can bleed