Hey kid
Your story's not dead yet
I know it's all fucked up
I know it feels hopeless
Yeah

Hey kid
Your heart is a weapon
Against the fools of armageddon
Uhhhh huh...

Hey kid
The static's getting thicker
I hope you can still picture
A world without tears
We need you here
We need you here

Hey Kid...

We got soul on command
We got sex on demand
We got everything but nothing's really real
We got hyper confession
We got constant compression
We got fatigue and violence
A war against silence
When all we need is something we can feel

Ok alright
Ok alright
Ok alright it's not alright
Ok alright it's not alright
You'll have to fight
The war inside
The endless night
That's modern life
That's modern life

We got soul on command
We got sex on demand
We got everything but nothing's really real

Written by Matthew Ryan, Greg Richling & Phillip Sidlow
Copyright 2011 Plastic Violin/ BMI and Grana Music/ASCAP