Like science fiction We're under the glass again And now I can't remember How life was outside, on the outside, yeah They pull you one way They push you back again, I know To sow division Poisoning minds, poisoning minds, so
Nobody knows what they want Nobody knows what they want Nobody knows what they want Anymore
They said it's the good life You get the gold or you get the lead And if you stand up you get it In the back of the head, back of the head, yeah In here I wonder How I even know the names Of the useless sons and daughters Of a criminal class, criminal class, oh
Nobody knows what they want Nobody knows what they want Nobody knows what they want Anymore
Like science fiction We're under the glass again Before we burn forever Falling in line, falling in line, yes These are the days of heaven These are the people you can trust And they always tell us We are free in our minds, free in our minds, yeah Free in our minds, free in our minds, yeah Free in our minds, free in our minds, but
Nobody knows what they want Nobody knows what they want Nobody knows what they want Anymore Nobody knows what they want Nobody knows what they want Nobody knows what they want Anymore
Compositores: Daniel William Howard Boeckner, Spencer Krug, Arlen Robert Thompson ECAD: Obra #26005838