You wake up to the sound of alarms and your
Driving your fabulous car
Listening to the music that reminds you
You used to be young you used to be young

And now you're searching, for a sign with your name
To define you the king of the game
What will you do when there's nothing left
For you to earn and for you to learn

So dose me up once is not enough
I can still see the ground
And from this high rise view looking down on you
I'm not the one wasting my time

And every culture has it's own magazine
And information takes the place of your dreams
Finding ways to fill up the silence
But it's all that you need turn on your TV