Rotten Human

How are we supposed to know what's real?

The dirt, the bread, the snow, the rusty steel

Something in the neighborhood's not right

They'll stay indoors until the break of light

The clones, they've always said to stay in line

But I'd rather die than piss away my time

Our food's diseased by altered seeds and dies

So we take a pill and trust the doctor's lie

You want the hours back

Every night, a 12 pack

Stoned, they're all stoned

We want the hours back

Television soundtrack

Drones, no I won't

No I won't, no I won't

No I won't, no I won't

No I won't, no I won't

No I won't, no I won't

Here's my box enveloped in a giant force field

Down on my knees, filthy, I made a mistake

You were the drug that I couldn't shake

You were the habit that I couldn't break

Lying awake for 8 hours straight

Human, I am a rotten human

On your way, on your way

On your way, on your way

On your way, on your way

On your way

You want the hours back

Every night, a 12 pack

Stoned, they're all stoned

We want the hours back

Television soundtrack

Drones, no I won't

No I won't, no I won't

No I won't, no I won't

No I won't, no I won't

No I won't, no I won't