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In the basement waiting for a statement
But station's frequency is vacant
Why don't we go outside?
In the break room waiting for a big boom
Smoke haze rising in a big plume
Everyone's dissatisfied

The pools have dried
The child's been tried, but the leak's still spilling
They don't know what to do
The flow won't stop, pressure still won't drop
Tanks are overfilling

Forward we call
Backwards we fall through the ebb and the flow
Livin' within our dream
Wading through the stream beyond the ebb and flow

Up late to earn the proceeds
All stressed out, work until your eyes bleed
Overtime to buy things we don't need

You're always on the go when you're thirty, thirty
Gotta make the ins and you're dirty, dirty
Will it ever stop? Will it ever end? This is warning
Reality of this is you go loco, loco
Too much of this way and you'll go postal, postal
Happens all the time, get in line and go comatose

The moms and pops have all closed up shop
And who can blame them? I don't know, anyone
The kids just hide, scared to go outside
And just who can blame them?

At times it seems unreal
We can see but we can't feel
And no one's at the wheel
Born here all alone
Growing old with hearts of stone
The lights are on but no one's home

Forward we call
Backwards we fall through the ebb and the flow
Livin' within our dream
Wading through the stream beyond the ebb and flow
Images we have made, must have made it to the ebb and flow