Yep



We paint the future from this bedroom

With lots of progress; cold and heartless

And nothing lives, just twitches and moves

It's all synthetic, but it's all we've got



Thousands of wires spread through the halls

Thousands of eyes live in our walls

Now they can see just what we've done [oh no]

Now they can see what we've become



No sun. Just radiation here. Get it by the lungful

No time. No way to count the years

Except by the creaking sounds of your bones

By the creaking sounds in your bones

By the creaking sounds in your bones

By the creaking sounds in your bones

By the creaking sounds in your bones

By the creaking sounds in your bones

By the creaking sounds