Haven't we got some place else to be?
Cash-in our collective memories
They go cheap

The lines are open;
Testing 1, 2, 3
But disconnection's still our sweetest dream like it's free

Exit, please

Call it love with a new face and new guts, a growth industry
'Cause we're all headed west; whatever we think we believe

Never have I felt so well-policed
Why should I be anything but pleased?

Sit down

Now the best you can be is the beast that they don't want to see
But you'll never get over, you're greasing the adding machine

Surveilled and serene

They hype satisfaction until you forget where you've been
And we're all headed west; whatever we think we believe in

Call it love with a new face and new guts, a growth industry
But you'll never get over, you're greasing the adding machine

Surveilled and serene

They hype satisfaction until you forget where you've been
The exploded view shows that there's nothing cementing the seams