Lyrics

It's the age of information
Our lives moving at the speed of light
Is it a method of assimilation?
Everything changes overnight...
It's the age of exploitation
Modern toys to sell our fears
Providing instant gratification
In this mindless atmosphere…

Sometimes you have to look around it
Sometimes you have to look away…

It's a kind of consideration
To offer the world a deaf ear
To question our configuration
And let absurdity disappear
Our power resides in the filters
That tune out the negating force
A blank aura from a passing stranger
That we ignore without remorse

Sometimes you have to ignore the static
Sometimes you have to walk away…

We have to live in this world
But that doesn't mean anything
If we don't let it get us down
We always have choices
And the ones we make
Have a way of coming around
In the end…

We get daily saturation
More data than we need
Just another aberration
Moving towards us at unfathomed speeds
We get a sense of acceleration
While standing frozen in line
A healthy dose of asphyxiation
But never any breathing time…

Sometimes you just want to scream
Sometimes you need to run away…

We have to live in this world
But that doesn't mean anything
If we don't let it get us down
We always have choices
And the ones we make
Have a way of coming around
In the end…