Where do you get off   How do you turn it on   It's just so wrong   With an absence of a meaning   It goes so long   And it's too demeaning      Turn it off   It's not gonna work   Turn your head   Fall asleep alone in your bed   Everything's far from real   Your hopes are too surreal   Just turn it off      We're a snowless December   All wrapped to impress   Covering our true selves   But when we're uncovered   What we are, has left us on the shelves   Collecting dust   What a bust      Tone down   You want on   I want out   I want to be somewhere   Other than here   Where I can't hear you shout   Just don't get me on      Fading to fall   Collapsing to die   You started to cry   I had to lie   An illusionary comfort   A happiness I had to distort      Just turn it off   The happiness isn't real   All your dreams, all your thoughts   It's just too surreal   I don't want to know   How you feel   So, turn it off