I hate that sound
It means another cycle of this spiral has begun
Another day with PC screens, telephones and phoney grins
Another tainted effort to pretend that all is sound
See how the spiral stretches round and round
Another day of walking out the door
To spend a day I've spent before
And all to share another night with mindless TV shows
Another day to dream away of exotic places
Don't they look happy, these faces in the travel magazines
See how the spiral stretches down and down
To the end
How will this spiral ever end
How will this spiral ever end
I'm tired of challenging the voices in my head
That scream to me that this is wrong
This madness needs to end
We serve a system and forget that we're alive
Sometimes at night I look up at the stars
And I cry
I cry