Lyrics Your Next Click - The Final Clause of Tacitus

There's a roof over your head
But the people inside just bring you down
There's money in your name
But never enough to satisfy your ways
Someone loves you but not the one you want
The only satisfaction you get is from
Having control knowing that you know one
Lies from the truth but you don't

Don't you know that we've got?
Don't you know we've got nothing?
Don't you know that we've got, we've got nothing on you

A generation with way too much
We've all grown soft to the touch
Nothing seems real anymore
When all your friends are behind keyboards
Anything that you wanna know
All stored up boxed and ready to go
Doesn't matter anymore true or false
As long as you get the end result

Don't you know that we've got?
Don't you know we've got nothing?
Don't you know that we've got, we've got nothing on you

Can I get the attention of the class?
Are you listening?
If you wanna pass
You Just download this

Your whole entire exterior
Is as reliable as Wikipedia
A moral based on likes
From the same people you despise
But it beats being alone
A shadow, a sheep, a clone.