Chained to the Rhythm

Are we crazy Livin' our lives through a lens? Trapped in our white-picket fence Like ornaments So comfortable, we're livin' in a bubble, bubble So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, trouble Are you lonely Up there in Eutopia? Where nothing will ever be enough Enough, enough So comfortable, we're livin' in a bubble, bubble So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, trouble So put your rose-colored glasses on And party on Turn it up, it's your favorite song Dance, dance, dance to the distortion Turn it up, keep it on repeat Stumbling around like a wasted zombie Yeah, we think we're free Drink, this one's on me We're all chained to the rhythm To the rhythm, to the rhythm Are we tone deaf? Keep sweeping it under the mat Thought we could do better than that I hope we can So comfortable, we're livin' in a bubble, bubble So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, trouble So put your rose-colored glasses on And party on It goes on and on and on