A blink of the eye became a soul on the hill
The soul became a boy
Standing still
And the dreams of a working-class boy
Became the light that we breathe
Becomes the day that we be
But the fears of this working-class boy
Became the tears of a middle-class man
And the tears of the middle-class man
Became some kind of hell that we make for ourselves
I hope there is communication beyond the shopping mall
Those vampire corporations suck your life
We’ve got these pills for sleep
Our dreams are digitized
The ‘information junkies’ tapping on into the night
When are you gonna realise you’re still free
When you’re relying on machines to do your life
The only place to look is sky
When you’re relying on machines to do your life
The only place to go is sky
And the breaths of all the worlds
Become the gravity that keeps you down
And a billion little thoughts
A cacophony of beautiful sound
And the channels that you choose
Become the love you leave behind
And the love you leave behind becomes the meaning of your life