The dials are in the red

Going at the speed of time

Waiting to get fed, from a place we cannot find

And we’re running out of air, but we’re learning to breathe fire

And not too far away is happiness, at least that’s what they say

Who cares what they say

I think I need a break from me

Walked a million miles in a line that’s single file

And I’m trying to separate myself from this never-ending style

It’s like it’s nineteen eighty nine, and I’m listening to dial tones

And I feel so far away from everywhere I’ve known

(There are lips and there are tricks and many little microchips)

I don’t care what you might have to say

Nothing’s gonna change right now, guess I’ve got it made

I think I need a break from me