Are we crazy?. Living our lives through a lens. Trapped in our white picket fence. Like ornaments. So comfortable we're living. in a bubble bubble. So comfortable we cannot see. the trouble trouble. Aren't you lonely. Up there in utopia?. Where nothing will ever be enough. Happily numb. So comfortable we're living. in a bubble bubble. So comfortable we cannot. see the trouble trouble. So put. Your rose colored glasses on and party on. Turn it up it's your favorite song. Dance dance dance to the distortion. Turn it up keep it on repeat. Stumbling around like a wasted zombie. Yeah we think we're free. Drink this one is on me. We're all chained to the rhythm. To the rhythm to the rhythm. Turn it up it's your favorite song. Dance dance dance to the distortion. Turn it up keep it on repeat. Stumbling around like a wasted zombie. Yeah we think we're free. Drink this one is on me. We're all chained to the rhythm. To the rhythm to the rhythm. Are we tone deaf?. Keep sweeping it under the mat. Thought we can do better than that. I hope we can. So comfortable we're living. in a bubble bubble. So comfortable we cannot see. the trouble trouble. So put. Your rose colored glasses on and party on. Turn it up it's your favorite song. Dance dance dance to the distortion. Turn it up keep it on repeat. Stumbling around like a wasted zombie. Yeah we think we're free. Drink this one is on me. We're all chained to the rhythm. To the rhythm to the rhythm. Turn it up it's your favorite song. Dance dance dance to the distortion. Turn it up keep it on repeat. Stumbling around like a wasted zombie. Yeah we think we're free. Drink this one is on me. We're all chained to the rhythm. To the rhythm to the rhythm. It is my desire. Break down the walls. To connect inspire yeah. Up in your high place liars. Time is ticking for the empire. The truth they feed is feeble. As so many times before. They greed over the people. They're stumbling fumbling. And we about to riot. They woke up they woke up the lions. Turn it up it's your favorite song. Dance dance dance to the distortion. Turn it up keep it on repeat. Stumbling around like a wasted zombie. Yeah we think we're free. Drink this one is on me. We're all chained to the rhythm. To the rhythm to the rhythm. Turn it up. Turn it up. It goes on and on and on. It goes on and on and on. It goes on and on and on. 'Cause we're all chained to the rhythm