You say you want to take the sidewalk
You don't want to walk in mud
You would make the whole earth sidewalks
If you could

You'll make your throne of stone
And I'll make mine of wood
Yours will stand much longer
But there'll be growth where mine once stood

Mindlessly marching through squared off rooms
You've taken what once was beautiful
And encased it in a tomb

You know nothing of us
You don't create with your hands
Always planning out your life
Your life is nothing more than plans

Every time you speak
It's always through technology
I'd like to use more senses
I'd like you in front of me

Staring at pictures in small wooden squares
Do you really expect us to believe that you care?

Staring at pictures in small wooden squares
Do you really expect us to believe that you care?

(high pitch)
Mindlessly marching through squared off rooms
You've taken what once was beautiful
And encased it in a tomb