It's starting to seem That we are all cowards We converse on a dream Who's charm has gone sour Oh it starts with a screen Then it goes silent Still we wonder on change And it's elusive confinement Brash naïve AK dreams Make convenient lovers Just break up if it gets too real Start again choose another Don't get caught in a scheme That we are all cowards Or the myth of the team Who have claimed all the answers Oh it starts with a scream Then it grows silent We are armchair marines From our safe little islands And yet we come back every time I'm trapped, and I hate it Cause our culture's so lazy And who of us is still a cog In Machines? We're frustrated, Yet so quickly placated