New Found Glory

All along, we follow blindly,
Force-fed prime time, printed nightly,
Why would anybody leave the safety of their home?
I wonder why,
I wonder why,
Only disasters flood the headlines,
Other people's misery,
Are up for the next three hours,
Commercial free.
And I can't take much more of this,
We're all so wrapped up, in it,
Nothing will change, but the channels,
So I turn it off.
I see billboards on the horizon,
I can't imagine what they'll tell me,
What to wear,
What to drink,
Where to eat,
It's so easy not to think for yourself anymore,
So naive,
You don't do anything anymore.
And I can't take much more of this,
We're all so wrapped up, in it,