Without us noticing, the scar on the right side of our brain
has manipulated us into becoming apathetic.
Looking through a glass box
at this rotten world.
Unable to get angry, we watch TV everyday.
Whispering from atop a leather chair,
even history can be erased by someone's words.
Inside a glass box, setting up
this withered lifestyle.
Unable to scream out, we drift around everyday.
You're tired. If this moebius-esque
style can be altered
then the switch to our souls can be severed.
We're tired. These moebius-esque
critical headlines will never
stop anyone, ever.
Without us noticing, the scar on the right side of our brain
has manipulated us into becoming apathetic.
Looking through a glass box
at this rotten world.
Unable to get angry, we watch TV everyday.
You're tired. If this moebius-esque
system were to fail
then the switch to our souls can be turned off.
We're tired. This moebius-esque
promise, if we get accustomed to it
then anyone can switch, anyone.
You're tired. If this moebius-esque
style is altered
then the switch to our souls can be severed.
We're tired.