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 groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
