Four to one, it's when you get there   Tyranny, it's who's going down   A half-mast crowd, and these bodies fall   (One by one) These screams ring loud      Try to run, but you'll get nowhere   Time is lost, it's you who's meaningless   Fake that smile, and soon you'll feel   (All alone) These screams ring loud      Oh dboids, droids, droids   This is my turn on the intercom,   Built in ceiling speaker   Telling you to wake up      Rock my body      Sense of wanting something better   Sense of wanting something else   Relief comes with consent and indifference