These are the days we think we're so clever
And sing our own praise, don't get it together
These are the days of secrets and lies (no compromise)
Got nothing to say, angels in heaven better save me
Now we gotta step back, something's wrong, don't wanna preach
Kickbacks, half the world don't get to eat
Ain't no tracks, but there's trouble, I believe
Can't break free, nothing's perfect, I concede
These are the days we race down the highway
Computer ablaze, technical skyway
These are the days we don't hear the cries (only goodbyes)
Well, I'm lost in the maze, angels in heaven better save me
Now we'd better step back, information incomplete
Contact, are we getting in too deep?
And backchat, propaganda, we don't need
They don't see, and they're going to make you bleed
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