The great rock executive producer Is dead And no amount of autotune Can pitch it from its stead We manufacture fame Fired thru the kiln of television Man feels god's vision Outside the wall We all shall fall Another way There's got to be someone who feels The same as me Another way There's got to be somebody here Outside the walls of Eden's fray We burn by proxy See how cyclical the fire O' how The East now rocks the globe The West perspires We don't have to fuck the world over To survive We don't have to fight every war To keep our foolish pride Another way- There'll be no tryst No armistice Outside the walls of Eden Not to shore Will come succor Nor evermore Will reason Millions of wayward souls Each out for themselves Walk lost the valley floor Tread on empty shells Must I be your orphan With his gun? Father why have you forsaken me? Am I not also your son? Another way There's got to be someone who feels The same as me Another way There's got to be somebody out Beyond the walls of Eden's fray