Its raging surface just an act   There's little reason to applaud   Such transparental deception      And they tell you to shut your windows   And they tell you to comb your hair   Cause outside there be monsters   And clothes you should not wear      They say your dreams will come to pass   That we will all someday forget   An ambition made of glass   Such an arrogant perception      And they tell you to shut your windows   And they tell you to comb your hair   Cause outside there be monsters   And clothes you should not wear