in a world policed by children
in a game of fame and power
we forget it's all a program
so convinced we're making progress
we divide ourselves to collide
we knock heads about the answers
we protest and guess and judge
we need an off-world enemy concept
someone far away to loathe
can you convince us that this spaceship should survive?
we divide ourselves to collide
i feel infinite but how high am i?
but of what type of crime?
loan the tools maybe we'll wake up
tune the fork to our frustration