Lyrics

Take away my binky
Take away my mind
Take away my sucky
Take what you can find
Take away my hardware
Take away my drive
Take away my motor
Take away my life
Because left is right and right is wrong
And preachers scream the same old song
We work all day to sit and stare
At eyes so cold
And fields of gold
We do what we're told
By the screens, the screens

Take away my bandwidth
Take away my wires
Take away my cycles
Take all my desires
Take away my mountains
Take away my streams
Take away my music
Take away my dreams
Because white is black but black is blue
And every hour there's somethiing new
We work all day to sit and stare
At eyes so cold
And skies so gold
We do what we're told
By the screens, the screens

Take away my motives
Take away my voice
Take away my pleasures
Take away my choice
Take away my passion
Take away what's real
Take away my future
Take all that I feel
Because cash is king but kingdoms fall
And in the end we hit the wall
We work all day to sit and stare
At eyes so cold
And skies of gold
We do what we're told
By the screens, the screens