Stay down! Like a shadow in a hallway Watching all the blues and greens As I hide from the glare of the monitor screen Run fast! Like a shadow in a subway Try to remain unseen As I hide from the glare of the T.V. screen We're all sucked in Part of the core collective We're all dragged in Blind to the cause we've been selected for...Elected for Stand still! Like a ghost in the Firewall Watching all the blues and greens As I listen to the rhythm of the fax machine What will I be when winter comes again? And we're wrapped in furs, and life has begun again And it hurts to be away from you From the world you made so well What will I be when the summer comes once more? And we're naked and weak in the eye of the sun once more We're all sucked in 'Leave it on the net' demands the optimist 'No room for slaves to high tech reform' Maybe there's a way to save the pessimist He could make it to the hills and ride out the storm 'Formulas are set' declares the analyst 'This is the road for everyone' Maybe we can hide, continue to exist With a crate of bottled water and a sawn off shot gun Try to survive - Don't look into his eyes Try to stay alive - Don't look into his dead dead eyes You can send me codes From the safety of a chat room In your grey ether clothes I have looked into your soul Looked into your soul! I'm sitting with my head in the radiogram Waiting for some sign of a ghost or a little green man Glued to the glowing of a sun behind the plastic hood And the bass heavy tones That ooze from the pores in the wood Oh no... I can't go there again Oh no... Was this ever meant to be? I'm sitting on the floor with the book in my hand Dreaming of the world in a way that only children can And I listen for the emanating sounds from the hidden choirs The message in the radiant valves and red hot wires Oh no... I can't go there again Oh no... Was this ever meant to be? To think it has come to this Ruled by indifference Underlying waves of doubt Such arrogant self reliance Too far we have travelled out Nervous in our sentience Ordinary people Objects and events Now is a time of foolish fears Emotions run high and needless tears are shed He has the face of a friend And shall reach across the world into every home We invite him in and offer no defence And with every given soul he reaches for his throne He has the face of an Angel As he leads us in the dance Until we find ourselves...alone! So we're standing in the Moviedrome Staring at the shadows and the falling lights Prisoners forever in the Moviedrome Letting all the pictures be the Guide to our fragile lives Did we ever really learn? Did we never really learn? The human race has found it's own true home The dwelling places of these high tech lies The few that see the world beyond the Moviedrome Must march on through the wilderness Of fantasy, False images, And pride