Can I tell you urgently, of not only my own pleas?
Here in the Digital Age!
Angels and Demons are one and the same, at the table of the rich man's game
Here in the Currency Age!
(Whoa!) I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for me
(Whoa!) I'm sorry for the way we tend to be
Representatives of the Broken States, are now taking their place on the stage
Here in the Known-Liars Age!
They'll try to keep you hypnotized, with the ads that come with ties
Here in the Consumers Age!
(Whoa!) I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for me
(Whoa!) I'm sorry for the way we tend to be
(Whoa!) This united way made me lose mine, it took our minds it took our time
(Whoa!) By giving us the illusion of something grander, so we set ourselves to the grind
(Whoa!) To be as those who put up a fight, unlike those who turn the blind eye
(Whoa!) And those who will not fight you'll find, have that madness of hate in their minds