Come on, hold on tight
Picture yourself in black and white
Tell me does it make you tired
Living in artificial light?

Hey you, happy sad
Comfortable in your confidence
But you're afraid to die when you lay in bed
And you talk to avoid the silence in your head

Dancing on the rooftop of our secret
Why do we pretend there's nothing wrong?

Come on, hold on tight
Picture yourself in the flashing lights
You can hear them talk, you can feel their eyes
Feeding your superficial high

Hey you, beautiful dressed
Who are you trying to impress?
When you move your hips you don't look up
But you cannot dance when the music stops

Don't you feel the weight upon your shoulders?
Why do we pretend there's nothing wrong?
(No one here is innocent, no one here is innocent)

Send your army of angels (We've lost all sense of direction)
Send your army of truth (Reveal yourself to us)
Send your army of angels (So long we've been disconnected)
Master, what can we do?

Come on, hold on tight
Picture yourself through the camera's eyes
When your script is lost and your knees are tired
The auto-cue shows repeating lights

Hey you, is this the end?
Are you comfortable with the evidence?
Or do you burn your films with a cigarette
Like the leading scenes of an accident

Don't you feel the weight upon your shoulders?
Erase, rewind, pretend there's nothing wrong?
(No one here is innocent, no one here is innocent)

Send your army of angels (We've lost all sense of direction)
Send your army of truth (Reveal yourself to us)
Send your army of angels (So long we've been disconnected)
Master, what can we do?

Send your army of angels
Send your army of truth
Send your army of angels (So long we've been disconnected)
Master, what can we do? (Reveal yourself to us)

We've lost all sense of direction
Reveal yourself to us