The network has you on the run Everywhere you look people are having fun This system's sickening I'm looking for a route To get out When I was 17 the world seemed without bounds The days to freedom I would count And when it soon arrived I thought that I would die And that was fine And on the map I marked an "X" The very place where my innocence rests A place of thorn and weeds A place where no one sees For the trees The hardest part was where to rest You find out that life is just one dull, lonesome test But you can't deny the times you waited for a sign That you'd arrived So this is what it's all for?