Who Are You? (And Who Am I?)
Who are you? (And while we're at it — who am I?)
Lyrics
V1: [Intro] Who are you, who am I A shadow lost beneath the sky A name assigned, a life constrained A hollow mask, a soul disdained [Verse 1] We march in line, our steps the same The faceless crowd, a nameless game Immersed in screens, we play our part A living dead with silent hearts [Chorus] Who are you, and who am I Tell me why we never cry Consuming life, sedated minds Obey, comply, and fall in line [Verse 2] We eat the junk, we breathe the haze Our thoughts are shaped by empty plays Mass style shifts, the media calls We dance along, as reason falls [Bridge] Not to know, to lose your name A golem’s path, a soulless game We chase the trends, our lives a stream A toxic haze, a shattered dream [Chorus] Who are you, and who am I Tell me why we never cry Consuming life, sedated minds Obey, comply, and fall in line [Outro] Who are you, who am I A hollow voice beneath the sky A shadow lost, a truth denied Consumed, constrained, until we die — V2: [Verse 1] Who are you? Who are you? To stumble through this mad parade, A shadow cast, a debt unpaid, A soulless thing the world has made A golem on a great charade. Who are you? Who are you? Your name, your face, all bought and sold, A puppet bound in mass control, Orwell’s sick dream, your life unfolds, A story stamped and cheaply told. [Chorus] Lost in junk food, toxic days, Trashy dreams in glossy haze. Obey the rules, obey the feed, You are what they decide you need! Who are you? Who are you? [Verse 2] Sedated by the TV glow, Each flicker tells you where to go. Consume! Obey! Repeat! Submit! Your cage is lined with media grit. Who are you? Who are you? No spark, no soul, no fight, no flame, Each move prescribed, each act the same. Authenticity’s a game, Played and lost, you take the blame. [Chorus] Lost in junk food, toxic days, Trashy dreams in glossy haze. Obey the rules, obey the feed, You are what they decide you need! Who are you? Who are you? [Bridge] Cryp-tofascists line the halls, They whisper lies, your spirit stalls. You’re living dead, you’re lost, consumed, A prisoner in a neon tomb. [Outro] Who are you? Who are you? A voice suppressed, a soul subdued. Who are you? Who are you? Awake and break the chains of crude! Who are you? Who are you? Who… are… you? [Repeat chorus as it fades into existential dread] — V3: Who Are You? On this treadmill, step in line, Who are you? March in rhythm, fall behind, Who are you? You’re a golem, made of clay, Lost yourself along the way, Who obeys what trends convey, Who are you? Your soul sedated by the screen, Who are you? A hollow man in a machine, Who are you? Trash-fed dreams, a life confined, Junk food dulling heart and mind, Tell me, in the haze you find: Who are you? (Chorus) Who are you? What’s your name? Do you know, or play the game? Masses marching, all the same, Who are you? Every night, the fix returns, Who are you? Every ad to make you yearn, Who are you? Crypto-fascists feed your fears, Drown the truth, ignite the tears, Sell the lie that keeps you here, Who are you? Are you dead and don’t yet know? Who are you? / In the act of buy and show, Who are you? Low awareness, high despair, Puppets dancing unaware, Asking, crying: who is there? Who are you? (Chorus) Who are you? What’s your name? Do you know, or play the game? Masses marching, all the same, Who are you?