I'm no longer preaching to the converted

That congregation has long ago deserted

All we discovered was even more despair

But we learned how to cope, we learned how not to care And the sun will still keep rising

Always deflecting, always disguising

Was there ever another place

Did we ever really exist? All we make is entertainment

A sad indictment of what we're good at

We're all part of the grand delusion We made so much and we let it all crumble

To safeguard our rights to make us more human

Oh, this country is but an empty shell

A clearing house for heaven, a clearing house for hell And the sun will still keep rising

Always deflecting, always disguising

Was there ever another place

Did we ever really exist? All we make is entertainment

It's so damn easy and inescapable

We're so post-modern, we're so post everything All we make is entertainment

An end to hope and civilization

A simple way to seek perfection The insides of our nation have been exposed

It only confirms what we already know

Pointless jobs just lead to pointless lives

It's breaking up our bones, it's breaking up our minds