Look into the future
Look into the past
Look into the lives that we live today
Little by little
One word at a time
We're slowly burning our conscience away
Till every small group will raise their voice
And try to rewrite the author's voice
Till everything stops and never starts again
Then we've edited life and there's no way to make amends
Feeding the frenzy
We turn on the TV
And make believe we are sophisticated
Little by little
One cent at a time
We start to disregard our minds
The truth of the story
The fact that is real
451 isn't far away
'Cause we have been changing all we can
Stealing the pen from the writers hand
Making believe we're in control
For we want it our way and our ego is taking its toll
For we want it our way and our way is slowly taking its toll
Someone wants to change the way the Bible makes them sad
Light the fire just a bit, the heat is not so bad
Someone doesn't want Huck Finn to be read in his school
Let's make the fire bigger by adding some more fuel
Edit this and edit that, and edit "dog" and edit "cat"
If it don't make us warm and dull, we better take it out.
But life is so much more then this, it shouldn't be monotonous
There's beauty in creation even if you don't agree with me

Apathetic, Disconnected in yourself
Yet so disillusioned, with your passion on the shelf
Burning life to enforce the status quo
And a tiny feeling that it's always time to go
This is consequence it brings
Burning all the literature that stings
This is the worm that you will be
And you can never be free
Where will you go?
Where will you be?
You'll only remind yourself
of the characters on television
You'll be too busy
Worrying about your next investment
Or what's the next move
In the corporate ladder.
You can walk the top
You could be content
But it won't be real
Just like the characters in the books
You wish to conceal

This is just a warning
A precautionary measure
For we are quickly loosing our grip,
As we burn the things that threaten feeling giddy.
Life should not be a joyride
Of ups and deleted downs
For apathetic dullness may keep us happy
But then the end will come.

And when we march towards the final day
No television or mutual funds will help us in anyway
And we will get to see what we have done
Nothing; nothing but fun.