Open the door What do you see? A man standing silent, At university Down on the floor What do you see? A man with a game plan, A corporate dream They're telling you to go deprive The things that make you feel alive They don't want it tied Open the door What do you see? A man with his conscience, Sapped out of him Down on the floor What do you see? It's broken his ironside, This corporate dream They're telling you to go deprive The things that make you feel alive They don't want it tied They're telling you to run a show That you're not just some 'Average Joe' But we won't let go Its breaking us, breaking us It's one too far, its one too far It's shaking us, shaking us But here we are, and here we are Grab hold of this, hold of this Don't let go To terrorise, terrorise Is your disguise, is your disguise To realise, realise Is your demise, is your demise Grab hold of this, hold of this Don't let go