Lost in a world, video screens Famous is all we want to be Desperate to be known So we make ourselves a clone And shed our skin Where do we end or begin? Nobody knows any more What's all this living for? Anyway What's all this living for? Anyway We locked ourselves in our own cages Swallowed the key Civil war in our own minds in hope to be free Oh, to be known, to be loved To be happy It must be, it must be What are these livings for Anyway What are these livings for Anyway They don't really care about me They don't even really know me We're all crowded but acting lonely I want people who don't want me They don't really care about me They don't even really know me We're all crowded but acting lonely I want people who don't want me We're all crowded but acting lonely Crowded but acting lonely We're all crowded but acting lonely Acting lonely