It came so softly
Nobody heard it
Next thing you noticed
Streets were deserted

Lights were flashing
Sirens wailing
People calling out
But the systems failing

What did it feel like
I can't remember
Think it was a Monday
Late September

cre we there yet
cre we there yet
cre we there

Time is a river
Flow's not flowing, people are
Trapped, between
Forgetting and knowing

Becoming obsessed
Becoming obscene
People possessed
By their tiny screens

Surfing the chaos
Running the chords
Here they come again boys
Barbarian hordes

cre we there yet
cre we there yet
cre we there

The phone is ringing
Down an empty hall
But nobody answers
Because nobody called

Ghosts in the wires
Begging for bread
Machines with desires
Inside our head

Is this the future
Is this the past
Is this the moment
When we arrive at last

cre we there yet
cre we there yet
cre we there