Remote Controlled - Slut

There is a hole

There is a hole beyond your souls

And there’s a leak

A little leak between our teeth

Let’s pray for some rain to fall

Let’s pray for one last order call

Just clean the eyes

Unlock your doors

And hope for the times are a changing once more

We suffer from action

Caused by a lack of satisfaction

Though we have agingly arrived

We’re in search for the time of our lives

Waiting for the only one to come

Until nothing comes at all

We’re puppets in an everlasting play

Who we are is what we get paid

The one to pay the piper

Calls the tune

And though we never did what we’ve been told

We are all remote controlled

We are all remote controlled

There is a mess

An utter mess within our chests

There is a place

Where no one ever left a trace

I fear one more is one too much

We’re out of memory

Out of touch

We stifle just to stimulate

Get up early but always too late

Waiting for our own reward to come

Until nothing comes at all

There’s way too many pictures all around

Too many lights

Too many sounds

In that terrifying beauty of our days

I guess that we have never been so far

From ourselves

From who we are

We’re the ones to stand in our own ways

I think we must have taken up our time

While we were young

While we were wild

And none of us had ever toed the line

And though we never did what we’ve been told

We are all remote controlled

We are all remote controlled

Floating in a postproductive dream

Who we are is what we seem

In this fashionable world