Distant Illusion

You're just a dead, an empty, a sexless soul

And if I were you I wouldn't bother trying to know

You keep on buying what is shoved into your mind

Thinking all the time that you're an original kind

But what you don't know, they say that it won't hurt

So if you don't find out soon there will be a global alert

You're just a dead, empty, sexless soul

And what you don't have, you might never know

You're keeping up with the hip, the cool, or being down

It keeps you so busy that you can't hear the distant sound

The world's getting wasted as we just grab more and more

Killing off the planet, in the end we'll all lose for sure

You're just a dead, an empty, sexless soul

Giving out opinions, but keeping your feelings on hold

Well there's a, a distant illusion, that controls mass minds

That's when media advertising becomes a gold mine

Well there's a, a distant illusion, that keeps you in your place

You're going to work on time, but you're waking up too late

There's a distant illusion, and we'd better question why

Or be left behind in evolution, bounding through time

You're just a dead, a empty, a sexless soul

And what you don't know will kill you, very slow