The Firing Line

I wake to the sound of
Kids playing in the summer breeze
All of a sudden
My heart's so sore I can hardly breathe

There's a shooting star
Coming from afar
A distant world I long to be
I hear the siren song
The radio plays along

Nothing can satisfy
Our insatiable appetite
For self-destruction
It's sad but it cannot be denied

It's coded in our genes
Fueling our machines
It's in everything we do
I hear the siren song
The TV plays along

Press delete, erase your mind
Step out of line
There's a brother on the other side
A father, a son
Reprogram your brainwashed mind
You're next in line
The grass ain't greener on the other side
Step out of line
The firing line

Press delete, erase your mind
Step out of line
There's a brother on the other side
A father, a son
Reprogram your brainwashed mind
You're next in line
The grass ain't greener on the other side
Step out of line
The firing line