Are we lost in the night
In a world lit just by gaslight?
We pretend that we can't feel (the spiral)
Growing into something real (arrival)

If we're in a simulation
This could be an indication
Maybe they should turn it off and
Turn it back on again (prepare for the end)
(Three, two, one, oh)

Batten down the fucking hatches
This is what you get when you still play with matches
Now we go back to sticks, back to stones
'Cause the words broke our bones and we're
Right back to the same old habits
Too bad, we almost had it

Dystopia
Dystopia

Abandon mission
They've jammed the systems
We've done all we can
It's a braindead wasteland

We don't need your education
We just need more stimulation
Fuel for our obliteration
Setting it all aglow (it's gonna blow)

Batten down the fucking hatches
This is what you get when you still play with matches
Now we go back to sticks, back to stones
'Cause the words broke our bones and we're
Right back to the same old habits
Too bad, we almost had it

Lock your windows, close your doors and hide
Something wicked has got inside
Post-dramatic trauma addict high
We're the victims of our own device
Lock your windows, close your doors and hide
Something wicked has got inside

Batten down the fucking hatches
This is what you get when you still play with matches
Now we go back to sticks, back to stones
'Cause the words broke our bones and we're
Right back to the same old habits
Too bad, we almost had it
Batten down the fucking hatches
This is what you get when you still play with matches
Now we go back to sticks, back to stones
'Cause the words broke our bones and we're
Right back to the same old habits
Too bad, we almost had it

Batten down the fucking hatches
This is what you get when you still play with matches
Now we go back to sticks, back to stones
'Cause the words broke our bones and we're
Right back to the same old habits
Too bad, we almost had it

Too bad, we almost had it
Too bad, we almost had it