it's nothing but teens in ravines
and antics on concrete down here
and are you really as free as all the great songs would have me believe?
let me tell you why some day
some dream of a world written in lines of code
i hope they engineer out politics
two outta three ain't bad
some envision a state governed by laws of business
merger and acquisition instead of violence or nations
it's nothing but falling debris
and you may be up in the sky but our paradigms are just as deep and just as wide
what with all our best attempts at transcendence
something's bound to take
we'll live in a global culture devoid of gender or race
there's just one tiny line: you're either born behind
or you're free to peek inside
where the enigma of humanity's wrapped up finally
that day can't come soon enough
when they finally find out what's bugging us