Every sense concentrated on the Ivory tower
Ever since you left us looking at our mortal hands
On the mend we all claim to be better than we are
I’m just as guilty as the rest.

How do we grow from roots in bad soil
Where do we go when we don’t know where we’re from
Lost and alone we all find our silence
Giving up to what society wants
How do we tell between what’s right and wrong
So many T.v. screens with no channels
We are the program.

Every distraction is taking action, a chain reaction.