I've been wasting all my time on frustration I've been watching the divide of a nation I've been waiting all this time on correction You've been waiting on the blind for direction So gimme something, keep my mind off reflection Gimme something, gonna find our protection From you, and these isolationist blues Ain't it something we should talk about Ain't it something how they lie, to you and I I've been lookin' for a line of redemption Another cover-up, no crime or intention It's true, ya got those isolationist blues So keep an eye on who's walking' out Keep an eye on rank & file, ain't that your style Hey you, so what you gonna do with the truth? Isolated, overrated, automated dream This patriotic vitriol has got you on your knees It's a world of speculation full of simulated scenes So jump on in and start em' up, start up the machines Start up the machines