Down the halls of mediocrity   The echoes of insanity   Falling down the fools are laughing   They know the reason they can't be happy now   Great, what does it mean to be great?   To feel like it everyday      In the land of second places   The rule of thumb is try not to say it   Just hold your tongue and say it nicely   You change the subject ever so politely now   True, what does it mean to be true?   Feeling your point of view      Work, keep working on it   Work, keep working on it   Sometimes it could feel just like we're almost done      Endless streams of repetition   It looks like we're all wishing for something different      Paint your brain a thousand colors when every color outside is black and white      We don't know which way we're really going   Wait, I know the right way   Please, just wait a second   Stop, shut up the children   I know where I am