Is this all there is Screens up Hands locked down Ears eyes and lips Taken ahold Taken ahold By the daily grip Get so damn tired of feeling sold And now In a matter of time We'll store it away Locked out of our minds And what if we handn't Would we get left behind I, I, I'm sure there's no one else But some times I see a shadow of myself Cut up, stacked high, up on the shelf Daily I'm sold a shadow of myself A shadow of myself And now In a matter of time We'll store it away Locked out of our minds What if we hadn't Got left behind I'll shut my eyes Go back to start Placing myself Apart Holed up in the dark Feels like I'm already there Right just where you start Seems like we'd all disappear Holed up in the dark Feels like I'm already here Carved up Stacked high Wiped out Clear And gone