Do you need what you think you need? Head first into the zombies feed Keep on looking at the ground in front of you You look like you're lost Turn on your GPS! Sign outside reads Happy Hours But every face looks grey and dour Underachieving and under exposed Lacking any culture but the local sinking hole! Ride the illusion, where did we flow to? Stuck within a traffic jam Why can't we get through? Ride the illusion, ride the illusion! What became reality? Shells of dilution We used to dream far beyond our reality I used to see more happy beings The riddles of suppression Let your mind breath Riddles of suppression Let your mind breath Can you see beyond? Do you dare to dream beyond? Do you believe what you cannot see? Or only what is shown through your TV Keep on searching for a trend to smother you You look like you're lost Turn on your GPS! Sign outside reads Happy Hours But every face looks grey and dour Authenticity falls into that digital hole Now look at all that's happened in the stain on this world Ride the illusion, where could we flow to? Technicolor flower dreams Why can't we get through? Ride the illusion, ride the illusion What happened to reality? Ceaseless dilution We used to dream far beyond our reality I used to see more happy beings I watched a DVD a friend gave me Inspired by footage of the last one hundred years by the sea And what I saw before my eyes Scenes of effortless joy on their faces Where's it all gone wrong? Oh so connected, Internet infected souls, They don't know where to go We're in a world of progress and decay But which was may that be