Take your schemes and your idle screams
To an audience who doesn't care what they mean
From what we've built, take what you need
To serve a bastard set of dreams
To serve a bastard set of dreams
Sell your image and market your heart
Capital gain, till it falls apart
Till it falls apart
Till it falls apart
A thousand open ears and still not a word to say
A thousand open ears and still not a word to say
Take your schemes, your idle screams
To an audience who doesn't care what they mean
From what we've built, take what you need
To serve a bastard set of dreams
To serve a bastard set of dreams
To serve a bastard set of dreams