I see the faces passing by In a static lullaby
A decadent decay, a cheap bouquet, a digital display
The past is dead, but I'm alive
A spark, but I won't let the fire die
Break away, break away
When you find your dream, don't let it slip away
Break away, break away
Because I know I'm going all the way
Now the days are passing by; time to open up their eyes
A television screen, a magazine, a media machine
And if you want to stay, that's fine
But I ain't wasting no more time