Two hands to block our vision But no such luck We see with such precision A world gone mad Before our eyes Are we designed To seek a better fate or Are we resigned To hang around and wait for The final act The last goodbye And I don't wanna see where we're going to be If we keep moving at this pace Our talking made us tired The starting pistol fired But we're still wasting time we're standing at the starting line Is it my eyes Addition by subtraction We're standing by For someone's gut reaction To choose our brand Of daily bread