Rectilinear, the direction we've been heading
And I feel the sting of it's consequence
On a ride down a blind conduit
Ahh ahh ahh ahh
And of your alluring intricacies
I realize your green screen mentality
Every time I look at you
Ahh ahh ahh ahh
Ahh ahh ahh ahh
I can clench my fist right through it
I just wanna do it
Never realizing we are on a runaway machine
One more turn toward the east
Every time I scrutinize I just say screw it
Dangerous, the adjective of the decade
Angular, the momentum that does turn us one step further on our ladder
And I know I shouldn't
But I just wanna get off
And I know it is shared by many more
And I just wanna get off
And I know it's quite impossible
But it's too much to ignore, an emotion I deplore
Yes I see your green screen mentality
But I am damned to find a way, to revolve the other way
