In the basement waiting for a statement. But station? s frequency is vacant. Why don? t we go outside. In the break room waiting for a big boom. Smoke haze rising in a big plume. Everyone? s dissatisfied. The pools have dried the trial? s been tried. But the leak? s still spilling they don? t know what to do. The flow won? t stop pressure still won? t drop. Tanks are overfilling. Forward we crawl backwards we fall through the ebb and the flow. Living within a dream wading through the stream beyond the ebb and flow. Up late to earn the proceeds. All stressed out working until your eyes bleed. Overtime to buy things we don? t need. Always on the go and you? re thirty thirty. Gotta make the ends and get dirty dirty. Will it ever stop will it ever end. Is it worthy. Reality of this is you go loco loco. And too much of this way and you? ll go postal postal. Happens all the time just get in line. And go comatose. The moms and pops have all closed up shop. And who can blame them? I don? t know anyone. The kids just hide scared to go outside. And just who can blame them?. At times it seems unreal. We can see but we can? t feel. And no one? s at the wheel. Born here all alone. Growing old with hearts of stone. The lights are on but no one? s home