On The Air Lyrics

(On the air...)

Tell me, my friend

What's come to pass?

What has you worried about tomorrow?

They got you trapped

Your people neglected

Selling solutions to drown your sorrow

Higher-ups pulling all of the strings

Wasting their life away

Controlling disciples that don't understand

But agree anyway

So you see that we're totally fucked

Nowhere else to turn

If someone were to try to save us

Good luck

Doesn't make sense, I've been cautious

The air, it makes me nauseous

Maybe I'll turn in my wings and call it a day

It's better this way

My concern may sound aggressive

But boy, it's not excessive

Maybe I'll find somewhere else to make my escape

This place is a shame