I'm thrown off by a mystery
At some point were we free?
'Cause now mindless media and TV screens

Are tying us down by
The margins in our lives
The faces stand tall

Convincing us we want it all

But someday we'll grow

Into a shape that we don't know
Surrender to this faith
A faith confined by the roles we play


From freedom to control
Ignorance takes its toll

In the faces it shows
They're so $#&@ed up and pitiful
But realize we had a dream

Promoted and mainstreamed
No longer do we know what it means


But someday they'll show
Us a face that we don't know
Surrender to these days

Surrounded by the lives we chase

The lives are staged

And the actors engaged
In a metaphor for human decay
But do we like what we see

Do we sit back and let it be

But someday we'll grow

Into a shape that we don't know
Surrender to these days
To be trapped inside the lines we trace