And we will burn our brains. We all finally do that: walking in line, sitting around the auto-da-fé. Technology's screaming and everybody's listening. p***s conscious of being p***s, with wild open ears. We keep singing the praises of a system running by drowning its billions legs. On and on and on we're feeding it. I'm staying away from a game lost before it starts. No, i won't play my life to toss. Those coins are two-head faced and gambling's never been my thing. And i keep hoping lights are made to be seen, but it seems we only care about our f****** screens, when we're not hiding behind the memories of better days. We keep wasting our voice when noone's listening.