she stares at the screen, at the little words of green
tries to remember what to do next.
there;s a trace of frustration that crosses her face
searching for the key she should press
& i would help her if i only knew how
but these things are a mystery to me too
& it seems that the corporate eyes are watching
she fears for her job & the moments are passing
i stare at her nametag & i think to myself
both you & i, we never asked for any of this.

so let;s take a walk up past the chemical works
where the sky turns green at night
& we;ll talk about getting away from here
some different kind of life
but even in the freshest mountain air
the jet fighters practise overhead
we didn;t ask for this, i swear we never did.

this golden age of communication
means everyone talks at the same time
& liberty just means the freedom to exploit
any weakness that you can find
turn off the tv just for a while
let us whisper to each other instead
& fill in the tapes without rhyme, without reason
while they tell us that it;s all for our own protection,
I DIDN;T ASK FOR THIS.

music: evanescence; going under (acoustic)
mood: helpless