Hello, my friend, we've met beforeI'm the voice you've been trying to ignoreAn echo of the time when you were smallThe reason for that aching in your chest when you recallThe things you did when you were youngReckless and immatureWhen you were so irresponsibleNow do you like who you've become after all?I didn't mean to bother youBut you tried so hard to hit your head against the wallPretending you don't hear me anymoreOh, and did you find what you've been looking for?The visions that you had onceAre all packed up in a suitcaseHidden in the back of your headIn the basementBehind that stack of numbers you never calledAnd your restless mindIs disguised as confidentLook around and you'll findWe're all caught in the same old rutLike flies on the windowDoing all they canTo get just a little closer to the lightAnd if one day you see me againOne day you get thereTo the land behind that magic screenDon't let onThat the violins are out of tuneAnd the grass is far too greenAnd all the stars you've reached forHave turned into a decorative gleamAnd the seatbelts are alwaysFar too tight inside of the heart attack machineWhere you were digging in the dirtBegging to find a little moreBut the dirt never revealed a coreThere was only dirt and dirt forevermoreDid you think that you would find a cureFor the sake of the hopeless and the poorNow don't forget to finish your reportBy the time the men in grey comeTo make sure that your restless mindIs disguised as confidentLook around and you'll findWe're all caught in the same old rutLike fliesOn the windowDoing all they canTo get just a little closer to the lightAnd if one day I meet youAnd you're friends of that fine social scenePlease don't say you didn't knowThat their numbers don't add up at allWith everything that's going onEverything you've hoped forOnly the buttons are blinkingNice and cleanFor those who stay up lateCounting the daysTill they're releasedFrom the heart attack machine*