Are we lost in the night?
In a world lit just by gas light
We pretend that we can't feel (the spiral)
Growing into something real (arrival)
If we're in a simulation
This could be an indication
Maybe they should turn it off and
Turn it back on again (prepare for the end)
(Three, two, one, oh)
Batten down the f*cking hatches
This is what you get when you still play with matches
Now we go back to sticks, back to stones
'Cause the words broke our bones
And we're right back to the same old habits
Too bad we almost had it
Dystopia
Dystopia
Abandon mission
(They've jammed the system)
We've done all we can
(It's a brain dead waste land)
We don't need your education
We just need more stimulation
Fuel for our obliteration
Setting it all aglow
(It's gonna blow)
Batten down the f*cking hatches
This is what you get when you still play with matches
Now we go back to sticks, back to stones
'Cause the words broke our bones
And we're right back to the same old habits
Too bad we almost had it
Lock your windows, close your doors and hide
Something wicked has got inside
Post-dramatic, trauma addict high
We're the victims of our device
Lock your windows, close your doors and hide
Something wicked has got inside
Batten down the f*cking hatches
This is what you get when you still play with matches
Back to sticks, back to stones
'Cause the words broke our bones
And we're right back to the same old habits
(Too bad we almost had it)
Batten down the f*cking hatches
This is what you get when you still play with matches
Now we go back to sticks, back to stones
'Cause the words broke our bones
And we're right back to the same old habits
Too bad we almost had it
Batten down the f*cking hatches
This is what you get when you still play with matches
Back to sticks, back to stones
'Cause the words broke our bones
And we're right back to the same old habits
Too bad we almost had it
Too bad we almost had it
Too bad we almost had it
