I want out but they won't let me go
They got the best of all of us
You are your reality show
Infinite rows of 6-floor walk-ups in the snow
Glowing boxes inside boxes
Carefully framed to convince us all we're not the same
Ten thousand tragic paradoxes
Infinite stones to fire at all your nameless foes
Slay these dragons with your fingers
Faces framed on a digital backdrop of disdain
Three hundred million itchy triggers
I want out but they won't let me go
(Won't let me go, won't let me go)
They got the best of all of us
You are your reality show
You got out but they followed you home
(Won't let me go, won't let me go)
You'll miss the worst of all of us
You know you need this reality show
A singular note in a swarm of frenzied, plastic drones
A dirty joke, a profane whisper
Outside the frame, they lay in wait to taste your shame
And send what's left of you down the river
I want out but they won't let me go
(Won't let me go, won't let me go)
They got the best of all of us
You are your reality show
You got out but they followed you home
(Won't let me go, won't let me go)
You'll miss the worst of all of us
You know you need this reality show
You won't escape your reality show