It’s starting to seem
That we are all cowards
We converse on a dream
Who’s charm has gone sour
Oh it starts with a screen
Then it goes silent
Still we wonder on change
And it’s elusive confinement
Brash naïve AK dreams
Make convenient lovers
Just break up if it gets too real
Start again choose another
Don’t get caught in a scheme
That we are all cowards
Or the myth of the team
Who have claimed all the answers
Oh it starts with a scream
Then it grows silent
We are armchair marines
From our safe little islands
Brash naïve AK dreams
Make convenient lovers
Just break up if it gets too real
Start again choose another
And yet we come back every time
I’m trapped, and I hate it
Cause our culture’s so lazy
And who of us is still a cog
In Machines?
We’re frustrated
Yet so quickly placated
Brash naïve AK dreams
Make convenient lovers
Just break up if it gets too real
Start again choose another
Start again choose another
Start again choose another
Just break up if it gets too real
Start again choose another