The Firing Line - De/Vision

I wake to the sound of

Kids playing in the summer breeze

All of a sudden

My heart’s so sore

I can hardly breath

There’s a shooting star

Coming from afar

A distant world I long to be

I hear the siren’s 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 your genes

Fueling our machines

It’s in everything we do

I hear the siren’s 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 brain-washed mind

You’re next in line

The grass ain’t greener on the other side

Step out of line

The firing line