Comfort Zones The Ocean Collective

Inside our squalid homes
A safe place behind security doors
Sheltered from all we better ignore
The starving, the homeless, the dying, the poor
Any utopia only makes us scoff
It's all ok as long as all can be turned on and off
As longs as we can relax in our comfort zones
And explore the world with the remote control

This city breathes death and disease
A dying bastard on a drip
Part of the myth
They have taken whatever they could find
Knocked on our doors or krept inside
Replacing everything with its image

Who told you that the street never sleeps?
They've taken everything and sold you ease instead
Now lean back
All you need is at your fingertips

Pale screen shines down on you
Sniggers and takes you for a fool
Tell me what are you gonna do?
Suck up the praise
End of a meaningless day
The next one will be strictly the same
Plunge in your easy-chair
Salvation is only one mouse-click away