Lyrics

It's infected, this city's a wasteland Slow drone reality Figure heads and scapegoats Holding back the punch line To exaggerate just right We're collecting IOU's and absent apologies The unspoken sense of betrayal lingers Everything is expendable here Mannequins and advert placements We leave no mark No lasting impressions We decay, we cower We remain silent victims We argue We justify our own demise Inner test market We suck up the fumes Meat, bones and bright ideas It's all insane