| Lyrics: | Brock - )
Everytime I go out, I think I'm bring checked out,
Faceless people watching on a
TV screen
Do you begin to sense it, just beneath the surface
Reflections of a window
whilst walking down the street
Computers are abused, school records are fed
Police are
checking on what you said
The number of your car's fed into a box
Your journey's being
checked, it's a paradox
Duplicate forms, and ID cards are next in line to disregard
Future
generations are relying on us
It's a world we've made - Incubus
We're living on a knife
edge, looking for the
ground
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