The choice is mine how I wish to focus my thoughts
Just because they made a web doesn't mean I can be caught
And though the shelves are empty, nothing has been bought
Except for the fear of a faceless juggernaut

The planet's high on greed and adrenaline
Where angels fear to tread, the fools come rushing in
Bore us with trump cards declaring your win
Your words are poison disguised as medicine

What will you tell the children
When y tuck em in at night
Tell em that you love them
as you turn out the light


Locked in a room with a glowing exit sign
And the mob inside is running out of time
And I'm screaming in my head, "Just form a line!"
Wondering are they deaf? Are they all blind?

Corporations scramble to look like they care
about things they call consumers, as they eye their shares
and this carousel’s careening down a flight of broken stairs
This is a stick-up, put your hands in the air

What're y gonna tell the children
about their inheritance
sorry kids we blew it
paying for the dance


If I stretch a bit more I can just reach the remote
Turn it all off before they beg for my vote
and sit in the quiet like the silence before the note
Like the nothing that was there before the word heaven wrote

What will you tell the children
When y tuck em in at night
Tell em that you love them
as you turn out the light