We blur the edges between day and night
To make life easier to control
(I feel no pain; I feel no pain)
We are the gods of artificial light
This is the new electric soul
(I feel no pain; I feel no pain)

And there's no need to worry
We won't feel a thing
This is the art of delusion
Just accept everything
Can't be blamed when we don't know
The theory from the fact
This is the art of the salesman
Can't tell the product from the pack

We sugar coat to make things sweeter
To take the nasty taste away
(I feel no shame; I feel no shame)
We distract with pretty pictures
So we can look the other way
(I feel no shame; I feel no shame)

Wonder will we remember
The way it used to be
Before the surrender
To technology
Disproving natural science
Repealing nature's laws
There's no room here for conscience
Need no get-out clause
No get-out clause
No get-out clause

Against the turning of the years
Against the turning of the tides
Against the turning of the world
Against the passing time that flies

So what are we for?

Against the turning of the years
(turning years...)
Against the turning of the tides
(turning tides...)
Against the turning of the world
(turning world...)
Against the passing time that flies