I think we're on the verge of something biblical
(Set course for Andromeda)
We're about to destroy the world
Or so you'd think
Because when we get bored
The drama spreads like an angry horde
Angry, living with crossed wires
We conspire to catch fire
And exaggerate the pain
So it justifies the blame
Why do you blame all the people you see on screen?
You know it's not their fault you life's a tragedy
You hate your job
And your kids hate you guts
You can walk but still use a crutch
Angry, living with crossed wires
We conspire to catch fire
For a reason to complain
Sad reacts only
If you'd stop the focus on spite
You'd see the world's quite alright
But you live to spread the strife
Don't believe the hype
Angry, living with crossed wires
We conspire to catch fire
And beg to stay alight
To give the rage the extra might
But I see, the world is not so dire
When you step out from the mire
But no-ones listening
Happiness is not that interesting