If there's a guy, do you think he's looking down, curled up on his couch right now?As we fail to figure it out, does he turn down the sound?Is he proud? Are we proud?Guess we forgot how to live a life with no filterMaking boring people famous, let's pretend they're fascinatingLet's tell little girls that pretty girls are betterAll that pigment of religion really mattersWe're in some trouble, Mr. Maker, don't turn away from your screenAt least the bubble that we've created can make for some good TVOh, Mr. Man upstairs, I know you're tuning in up thereWay up there, would you care to answer my question?Oh, the land of vortex, the spectacleOh, the land of vortex, the spectacleThe long cut and paste that we makeWould you say, please sayIt was worth the seven daysDoes he hang his head?It all the greed we possessAs the anti-social media perpetuates the messMaybe it's a test, maybe he's upsetBy the loose and stressLike the rest of us, it happens to the best of usGod, was it Mr. G to me?I hope that through the static you'll show us the clarityCause it's hard to find the silver liningIn the bittersweet wonderIf you're praying for us before you go to sleepDo you sleep in peace?Cause we're in some trouble, Mr. Maker, don't turn away from your screenAt least the bubble that we've created has made for damn good TVOh, Mr. Man upstairs, I know you're tuning in up thereWay up there, would you care to answer my question?Oh, the land I'm foretasteThe spectacle I'm cut and pasteThat we've madeWould you say, please sayIt was worth the seven daysDon't touch the remoteWe'll be back in a momentWe are not hopelessWe are just copingThe mayhem is rollingBut it ain't showbizReality's faultingChaotic, I know itBut we're growingHave some hope in usWe are not hopelessAnd what we were is all the time you gave upOh, Mr. Man upstairs, I know you're tuning in up thereWay up there, would you care to answer my question?Oh, the land I'm foretasteThe spectacle I'm cut and pasteThat we've madeWould you say, please sayIt was worth the seven daysWorth the seven daysOh, the land I'm foretasteThank you.