Take off all your clothes
And follow me to a hole
Be the way, the way you\'re meant to be
See the way, the way a fetus sees
Crafted, handmade and tailored
Each in, individual wrapping paper

Then fall in line
March around
The light went out
The temple drowned
Try it on, it should
Fit like a glove
But leather fades
And it\'s not enough

I know, something is waiting for me

Open up your head
To spoon out the lemonade
What first was sweet, now is sour
Controlling; turns the lion into a coward

So take back the T.V.\'s and take back the brands
This highway on monitor\'s looking right back
Staring at us as were rotting away
To legal narcotics we use everyday
I don\'t understand how we can not look back and
Remember the more simple riches we had
It\'s the meat on the menu we digest the sound
I\'m sick of this vomit, it\'s sucking me down

I know, something is waiting for me

Go on
We bury something precious
Deeper and deeper, until we think it\'s gone
I will bury like roots of the weed

It will grow back

I know, something is waiting for me

Your pride and your posters are making your home
Six billion served and they all feel alone
And all that you wanted could never be true
Everything you own could end up owning you