If theres a God
Do you think hes looking down, curled up on his couch right now?
As we fail to figure it out, does he turn down the sound?
Is he proud? Are we proud?
Guess we forgot how to live a life with no filter
Making boring people famous
Lets pretend theyre fascinating
Lets tell little girls that pretty girls are better
Or that pigment or religion really matters
Were in some trouble
Mr. Maker, dont turn away from your screen
At least the bubble that weve created could make for some good TV
Oh Mr. Man upstairs
I know youre tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of our taste
The spectacle of cut and paste
That weve made
Would you say? Please say
It was worth the seven days
Does he hang his head at all the greed that we possess?
As the anti-social media perpetuates the mess
Maybe its a test, maybe hes upset by the loose and stress
Like the rest of us, it happens to the best of us
God, or is it Mr. G to me?
I hope that through the static you show whats the clarity
Cause its hard to find the silver lining in the bittersweet
Wonder if youre praying for us fore you go to sleep
Do you sleep in peace?
Cause were in some trouble
Mr. Maker, but dont turn away from your screen
At least the bubble that weve created has made for damn good TV
Oh, Mr. Man upstairs
I know youre tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of our taste
The spectacle of cut and paste
That weve made
Would you say? Please say
It was worth the seven days
Dont touch the remote
Itll be back in a moment
We are not hopeless
We are just coping
The mayhem is rolling
But it aint showbiz
Realitys potent
Chaotic, I know it
But were growing
Have some hope in us
And were we worth all the time you gave us?
Oh, Mr. Man upstairs
I know youre tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of our taste
The spectacle of cut and paste
That weve made
Would you say? Please say
It was worth the seven days, yeah, whoa oh oh whoa oh