All along, we follow blindly,
Force-fed prime time, printed nightly,
Why would anybody leave the safety of their home?

I wonder why,
I wonder why,
Only disasters flood the headlines,
Other people's misery,
You're up for the next three hours,
Commercial free.

And I can't take much more of this,
We're all so wrapped up, in it,
Nothing will change, but the channels,
So I turn it off.

I see billboards on the horizon,
I can't imagine what they'll tell me,
What to wear,
What to drink,
Where to eat,
It's so easy not to think for yourself anymore,
So naive,
You don't do anything anymore.

And I can't take much more of this,
We?re all so wrapped up, in it,
Nothing will change, but the channel,
And no,
I can't take much more of this,
We're all so wrapped up, in it,
Nothing will change, but the channel?

We all gave in,
We all complain,
We sit and wait,
For this to change,
Worrying,
Worrying.

All along, we follow blindly,
All along, we follow blindly.

And I can't take much more of this,
We're all so wrapped up, in it,
Nothing will change, but the channel,
And no,
I can't take much more of this,
We're all so wrapped up, in it,
Nothing will change, but the channels,
So I turn it off
Turn it off.

Writer : JORDAN PUNDIK, CHAD GILBERT, STEVE KLEIN, IAN GRUSHKA, CYRUS BOLOOKI
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group