Teeth Marks

the air gets thin with every breath that we take,

the future's ours so now we know what's at stake.

congratulations on your brand new sound,

all the record stores are closing down.

stand up and shout, before too long

they'll police the lyrics in our songs.

will we meet a friendly face from the stars?

take a bite out of this planet of ours.

where would we be without supply and demand?

the sky is full of people waiting to land,

circumstance never gave us a choice,

i'd like to think that we can still use our voice.

we're moving faster than before,

we must consume have more, have more.

we watch history repeat and replay,

our sense of hope has all been taken away.

black light,

we can see all the signs.

Redefine,

our freedom as fiction.

teeth grind,

will we ever sleep again?

Tonight, we say

the post apocalypse is looking so good

we all gather where the cities once stood

to start start all over again

same mistakes it's a means to an end

So pull the sheets over your head

go back to sleep, play dead, play dead