We paint the future from this bedroom.nWith lots of progress; cold and heartless. nAnd nothing lives, just twitches and moves.nIt's all synthetic, but it's all we've got. nnThousands of wires spread through the halls.nThousands of eyes live in our walls. nAnd now they can see just what we've done (oh no)nNow they can see what we've become. nnNo sun. Just radiation here. Get it by the lungful. nNo time. No way to count the years. nExcept by the creaking sounds in your bones. nnThey've got your name. They've got your number.nThey've got your hopes, your dreams, your future. nThey've got your loved ones by the throat. nAnd soon enough they'll let you know. nAnd I've learned enough to keep my mouth shut. nI've learned enough to watch my back.nAnd I've learned enough to become wallpaper.nAnd blend in with the cracks. nn(We've though too much; said nothing.nWe've heard it all; there's nothing new.nWe've seen the way to our undoing.nAnd the way to yours as well.)nnTen thousand lines run from our minds. nAnd ten thousand plans spread from our hands. nAnd now we can see just what we've done (oh no)nAnd now we can see what we've become (oh no)nAnd now we can see just where we stand.