| The scent of the wide world | |
| In concrete and glass | |
| Compels your amazement | |
| Until you're numb | |
| How long will you marvel | |
| Before you sign in? | |
| The gates are wide open | |
| And here you come | |
| You give yourself away | |
| For nothing | |
| You give yourself away | |
| For a stereotype | |
| There's no call for help I won't come running | |
| Too late to recognize you | |
| They get you connected | |
| To dreams off the rack | |
| The choice between leader | |
| And copycat | |
| You may bask in rivers | |
| Of wine to blank out | |
| The tick of the time bomb | |
| Placed in your head | |
| You give yourself away | |
| For nothing | |
| You give yourself away | |
| For a stereotype | |
| There's no call for help I won't come running | |
| Too late to recognize you | |
| You think this is the path to freedom | |
| A chance to leave | |
| A path to freedom | |
| It's not! | |
| It's not! | |
| You think this is the path to freedom | |
| A chance to leave | |
| A path to freedom | |
| It's not! | |
| It's not! | |
| Some go to take part | |
| Others just to witness how hard | |
| You try | |
| You try | |
| You try | |
| You try |