I heard your voice on the radio
I saw your face on the television screen
There's no denying that you've got a purpose
But I don't know what this revolution means
There's only 700 miles behind me
I figured I got 700 more
There's no denying that you're disenchanted
That's not a problem for you anymore
Expert lies
Masquerading
Before our eyes
Constant changes
Getting high
Off the vapors
I can't find
Any clean air
I'll tell you one more thing about your soul
You gotta dig pretty deep until you see the sun
I figure you got a couple years before you realize
There's no one left behind you or on your side