A constant mislabel of our spoken generation   When did us children grow to feel so out of touch   Our sky's been exploding this we're watching on the TV   The only chance of change is when we switch it off      Watched for hours   to find out   We're not all dying   We're lied to until our....      fear has enabled them to transfer more confusion   The senses need to feed so we just eat it up.   The constant bombardment we so thoughtlessly sit through   We have a chance to change but we can't turn it off      Watched for hours   to find out   We're not all dying   We're lied to until our....      Graves.   And what we've seen has their ratings up one more   Day.   And our attention is craving       We can't find a reason just to think all for ourselves   And question their motives   Your hand controls it      Watched for hours   to find out   We're not all dying   We're lied to until our....      We're so encouraged to to find out    So the TV stays on   (when was the last time you thought about what you know)   (and who told you what to believe)