The FlatlinersCalutron Girls

Keep your eyes closed while you mind the controls
your life's a head game when your job description is naiveté
with everything we've learned
we could find a way for this place to never rust
and fade away
cut off all the guilty faces
let them bleed
this world only breeds enemies
for god and country
go straight to hell
once you realize how far your fucking pockets swell
can't we learn form our mistakes?
and finally admit our tragic opportunity
things will be different when I wake up
this point cannot afford to be refuted cause I'll wake up
I'll be bored stiff, dead and distant,
but I'll be up
Don't hold your breath, just wake me up.