I have seen what you call progress
Every warning sign ignored
And there's a muffled voice of reason
But we can't make out the words
And though the balance we struck was delicate
There was a sense of right and wrong
We tried to stem this flow with a tourniquet
But now the patient's dead and gone
When we owe more than we're worth
And they're changing the locks on the doors
We raised glasses high to the bottom line
On a street engulfed in flames, yeah
But on goes the show

When the city streets are barricaded
A chaos we ourselves created
When there's nothing left
Tell me, where will you go?
When the factories are automated
Broken dreams incorporated
Gather your things
But there's nowhere to go

We are children of lesser gods
Better angels, darker days
But we're holding on to this cause
Like palm trees in a hurricane
We chase every second
In clothes that we slept in
But they still got away

When the city streets are barricaded
A chaos we ourselves created
When there's nothing left
Tell me, where will you go?
When the factories are automated
Broken dreams incorporated
Gather your things
But there's nowhere to go?

Nowhere to go

Was this place ever our home?
Were these lines ever our own?
Are we just reading from the pages? Yeah
Just putting on a show?
Are you along just for the ride?
Keep all hands and feet inside
Will you steer us all to safety
So at least they know you tried?

(Broken dreams)
(Broken dreams, incorporated)
(Broken dreams)
(Broken dreams, incorporated)

Broken dreams
Broken dreams, incorporated
Broken dreams
Broken dreams, incorporated

No longer asking, we are taking (broken dreams)
(Broken dreams, incorporated)
And tomorrow will be what we make it (broken dreams)
(Broken dreams, incorporated)