string me along,
tie me a noose
sing me a song
and cut yourself loose
of white picket fences
surrounded by screens
to stimulate senses
bury the prophet
who rings on the bell;
clogging the profits
by talking of hell
the price of a soul is
getting more cheap
the glamor and gold
is a kiss on the cheek
paper and plastic and chemicals;
do you want something that's falling apart?
you'll believe the lie if you listen too much.
the world is a vacuum that sucks up your love.
don't let it consume you, stand and be strong
God is the answer, you knew all along.
question yourself if you think you are smart.
ask yourself why there's a beat in your heart.