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 filter Making boring people famous, let's pretend they're fascinating Let's tell little girls that pretty girls are better Or that pigment or religion really matters If you're in some trouble, Mr. Maker, don't turn away from your screen At least the bubble that we've created could make for some good TV Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs, I know you're tuning in up there Way up there, would you care to answer my question? Oh, the land of vortex, the spectacle of cut and paste That we've made, would you say, please say it was worth the seven days? Does he hang his head at all the greed we possess? As the anti-social media perpetuates the mess Maybe it's a test, maybe he's upset by the loose end stress Like the rest of us, it happens to the best of us, God Or is it Mr. G to me? I hope that through the static you'll show us the clarity Cause it's hard to find the silver lining in the bittersweet wonder If you're praying for us before you go to sleep, do you sleep in peace? Cause we're in some trouble, Mr. Maker, don't turn away from your screen At least the bubble that we've created has made for damn good TV Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs, I know you're tuning in up there Way up there, would you care to answer my question? Oh, the land of vortex, the spectacle of cut and paste That we've made, would you say, please say it was worth the seven days? Don't touch the remote, we'll be back in a moment We are not hopeless, we are just coping The mayhem is rolling, but it ain't show biz Reality's faulting, chaotic, I know it But we're growing, have some hope in us In what we're worth, all the time you gave us Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs, I know you're tuning in up there Way up there, would you care to answer my question? Oh, the land of vortex, the spectacle of cut and paste That we've made, would you say, please say it was worth the seven days? *