[Storyteller.]

See the devil on the doorstep now, my oh my,
telling everybody, oh, just how to live their lives,
sliding down the information highway,
buying in just like a bunch of fools;
time is ticking and we can't go back, my oh my.

What about the world today?
What about the place that we call home?
We've never been so many,
and we've never been so alone.

You keep watching from your picket fence;
you keep talking but it makes no sense.
You say we're not responsible but we are, we are.
You wash your hands and come out clean,
but fail to recognise the enemies within.
You say we're not responsible but we are, we are, we are.

One step forward, making two steps back, my oh my,
riding piggy on the bad boy's back for life,
lining up for the grand illusion,
no answers for no questions asked,
lining up for the execution without knowing why.