Is it picking you up?
Or is it dragging you down?
Or could it be your apathy
You're flaunting as a crown?
For all of your autonomy
You only ever watch TV
I shake to think of who you'd be
If you would ever move
But something's sitting in your soul
Illusion that you're in control
Always something you've got to prove
But I don't think you'll ever move
You'll regret and won't forget the time you chose to kill
You'll sit and wait and celebrate the failure of your will
But you know you've never even seen
Life beyond the edges of your screen
I shudder to think of
Who you'd be
If you'd ever move
But you'll never move