Head first into the zombies feed
Keep on looking at the ground in front of you
You look like you're lost
Turn on your GPS!
Sign outside reads happy hour
But every face looks grey and dour
Underachieving and under exposed
Lacking any culture but the local sinking hole!
Ride the illusion where did we flow to?
Stuck with a traffic jam
Why can't we get through?
Ride the illusion, ride the illusion!
What became reality?
Shells of dilution
We used to dream far beyond reality
I used to see, more happy endings
The riddles of suppression,
Let your mind breathe
Riddles of suppression
Let your mind breathe
Can you see beyond?
Do you dare to dream?
Do you believe what you cannot see?
Or only what is shown through your TV
Keep on searching for a trend to smother you
You look like you're lost
Turn on your GPS!
Sign outside reads happy hour
But every face looks grey and dour
Authenticity falls into that digital hole
Now look at all that's happened in the stain on this world
Ride the illusion where did we flow to?
Technicolor flower dreams
How can I get to you to you?
Ride the illusion, ride the illusion!
What happened in reality?
Ceaseless dilution
We used to dream far beyond
Fused to see, more happy beings
I watched a DVD a fried gave me
Inspired by footage of the last one hundred years by the see
And what I saw before my eyes
Scenes of effortless joy on their faces
Where's it all gone wrong
Oh so connected, internet infected souls
They don't know where to go
We're in a world of progress and decay
But which was may that be
