haven't we got some place else to be?
cash in our collective memories
they go cheap
the lines are open
testing 1, 2, 3
but disconnection's still our sweetest dream
like it's free
exit, please
call it love with a new face
and new guts, a growth industry
'cause we're all headed west
whatever we think we believe
never have i felt so well-policed
why should i be anything but pleased?
sit down
now the best you can be
is the beast that they don't want to see
but you'll never get over
you're greasing the adding machine
surveilled and serene
they hype satisfaction
until you forget where you've been
and we're all headed west
whatever we think we believe in
call it love with a new face
and new guts, a growth industry
but you'll never get over
you're greasing the adding machine
surveilled and serene
they hype satisfaction
until you forget where you've been
the exploded view shows that
there's nothing cementing the seams
