Dystopia

Are we lost in the night In a world lit just by gaslight? We pretend that we can't feel (the spiral) Growing into something real (arrival) If we're in a simulation This could be an indication Maybe they should turn it off and Turn it back on again (prepare for the end) (Three, two, one, oh) Batten down the fucking hatches This is what you get when you still play with matches Now we go back to sticks, back to stones 'Cause the words broke our bones, and we're Right back to the same old habits Too bad, we almost had it Dystopia Dystopia Abandon mission They've jammed the system We've done all we can It's a braindead wasteland We don't need your education We just need more simulation Fuel for our obliteration Setting it all aglow (it's gonna blow) Batten down the fucking hatches This is what you get when you still play with matches Now we go back to sticks, back to stones 'Cause the words broke our bones, and we're Right back to the same old habits Too bad, we almost had it Lock your windows, close your doors, and hide Something wicked has got inside Post-dramatic trauma-addict high We're the victims of our device Lock your windows, close your doors, and hide Something wicked has got inside Batten down the fucking hatches This is what you get when you still play with matches Back to sticks, back to stones 'Cause the words broke our bones, and we're Right back to the same old habits Too bad, we almost had it Batten down the fucking hatches This is what you get when you still play with matches Now we go back to sticks, back to stones 'Cause the words broke our bones and we're Right back to the same old habits Too bad, we almost had it Batten down the fucking hatches This is what you get when you still play with matches Back to sticks, back to stones 'Cause the words broke our bones, and we're Right back to the same old habits Too bad, we almost had it Too bad, we almost had it Too bad, we almost had it